In my previous life I was named Ikemefuna

The life of Ikemefuna is of wonder and sorrow- the blurry picture of people's past. The hope to live as we suffer in innocense sends us to explore illusions. The path that the elders and the boy with a pot on his head followed seems the decisions we make leading us to uncertainity. Just at the end of the path (horion rather), the boy was slain. He was to atone. Innocense on trial. We get born and get assimilated to the troubles of a society that we were not part of. And to what purpose do the pain and death glorify? gods. Gods we know little about- gods we created- gods that prevail in human weakness. But we shall live again. And again to recall our previous painful lives.