Further reflection on the word “possession” …

I was once asked in school, during an English class, to choose between two questions and answer the one I felt for writing about, the first question was to write of something I really loathed and despised, the other one was to write about the possession I valued the most. Considering the first question I found myself becoming buried under an avalanche of various atrocities that really makes me wanna turn into a dragon breathing fire. So I decided to answer the second question. Here I started of with a meek attempt on getting this done fast. And then it caught me. Like a fly wedged in a spiders net, I could do little when the spider approached and absorbed me into another realm beyond the school bench, the pen in my hand and the yet blank paper before me…

Again in my mind I asked to myself: what is it that I own that I value the most?

And after watching my classmates ask for more paper, I began writing…

(this is as much as I remember)
The possession I treasure the most is life itself, for without it, material prosperity would hold no value. It is the most sacred thing to be blessed to own and possess, and it is the only thing you by right can claim as yours. Emotions and feelings that we perceive our world with is wholly dependent on this foundation, without life we would be empty of experiences, empty of money, gold, luxury and all those trite possessions of vanity marching under the banners of consumerism, what are they in comparison to that which enables their price and worth, what are they in contrast to the glory and magnificence of life? Nothing! What would all the material wealth be without life? Without our fragile bodies, and delicate minds what would then be of value? Nothing! Yet how come its been so overlooked by people, so dispatched into forgotten memories, banished into the most distant and remote shelves of reminiscences in the mind, so neglected, so denied… perhaps even completely and entirely erased.

Without the possession of life the experience of furious rage, crushing despair, overwhelming joy, rapture and curiosity, hate and the experience of ugly and beautiful, all our perceptions our senses bombards us with, all our dreams, everything you might call upon some value unto would be hollow without life. From this one clearly realizes what possession is the most important one, and that it is not to be taken for granted. (end)

Think over this whoever you are my beloved friend, my sister or my brother, if you happen to read this, ask yourself about the value of life, reading it is not sufficient, like Gandhi said: "Divine knowledge can not be borrowed from books but has to be realized in oneself" though reading it can serve as guidance, yet I still have to ask even more from you, I beg of you,and please it is urgent, that a new consciousness enters our world… and so I bring the message of long dead spiritual leaders of mankind:

“Uncle Martin Luther King wants You in his marvelous new militancy of soul force against the Climate Disaster and Big Brother Master.”