It was pitch dark--- and I was alone. All alone, but was not scare at all. Rather strangely, I was worried about someone who is very far away from me. I was worried that how would that person handle the situation like I am in right now, --- pain and darkness. I read some of the prayers as I used to -- just like an automatic memory, so this part of my preparation is checked. But what about the attachment? I cannot cut the strings yet. Yes, all the strings are attached. My life, ---while I am like a puppet, a play, a show, an opera, a drama of my life, still going on since I managed to came out of the pitch darkness,----again.the image is from www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4
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