Prota 16
The Knowing
The sun had been taunting the young man for what felt like eternity. Its scorching shine echoed across acres of the endless dessert sea. He sacrificed his bare body for footwear by tearing his robe in half to tie around his blistered feet—the only way he could keep walking across the golden charred earth. Scorpions ate clumps of his sleeping flesh while the cool night sky thawed his burnt skin. He lost count of the days and nights since his journey first began. Regret hindered on his mind for leaving home, but if he stayed, death was imminent, as he felt that the silencing of his thoughts would become the murdering of his free will.
The starved young man came across a deserted tree that appeared green and fruitful, but as he came closer, it changed. The thick and leafy branches withered and became bare. The hung and ripened fruits dried and shriveled. He reached the spindly trunk and touched it with both hands to confirm that the deadened tree was real. He fell on his knees and cried with his forehead buried into the ground when suddenly, he felt a cool shadow grace over his body. The young man looked up to find a Being before him. The young man asked, “Who is it that I kneel for unknowingly?”
The Being spoke to the weeping young man. “I am your knowing, and as I have made you from Me, you shall return unto Me.” The young man's teary eyes squinted from the blinding bright light that kept shining from the horizon as the Being formed with it. He tucked his head back down and shielded both eyes with his palms, but the powerful light continued to seep through. The fierce illumination took over his senses until finally ceasing. He slowly opened his eyes to find that it had become night. The young man stood up on his torn feet and continued walking on his journey through darkness, guided by a streak of light that was left dangling in the night sky.