I asked the silver minds: “What is fair?”
And they replied with a question.
They asked:
“What is given to all?
All receive a share, whether all want or not.
What differs not between man, woman, or child?
What cares not of origin, gender, or time?
Dear lad, the answer can be found by all who inquire,
can be found by you.”
And so I inquired.
I repeated the question in my own words. I said:
“That which cares of nothing,
That which is inevitable,
Where time is not in question, nor origin,
Nor the history of one’s blood, nor color, nor gender.
Something that is simply not special,
That which is equal for all, not in process but in the end.”
“Hm… that is it. The end,” I said.
“Dear lad, you are quite so right.
Death cares not of your wealth.
Death cares not of your color.
Death cares not of your history, or your tool of life.
There is space for everyone in the ground.
Death is shared by all, one portion for each who carry life.”
“Now tell me, dear lad,
If the dark is still and the light is moving,
If in ignorance you are blind and in wisdom you are full of sight,
What of life?
What does the story of opposites tell you?”
Without much thought I replied:
“If Death is fair, then Life is unfair.”
“Now that is full sight,” they said.
“But now, lad, what will you do with such sight?”