How immortal “citizens” are?
Queen Zoya, never forgets that one day she was mortal. Sitting on the edge of the moon with King David, watching together the world down there, as she started day-dreaming, and he, while watching her, secretly admiring her immortal beauty, looked through the under-world.
Some “citizens” reached glory already, and some are on their way, and others, yes others, don’t know anything about glory. Glory of achievements, of knowledge, of fame, or of wealth, since it comes in so many ways.
It pretty much amused the King that the cycle of “citizens” glory is pretty short, unlike his; his glory is just like him, immortal and made to last till there’s no end. As the King spotted an interesting glory cycle happening he put his hand on the Queen’s shoulder, so gently he did in order not to suddenly disturb her. The moment she opened her eyes, he looked into them and smiled, that immortal smile, that lasts printed in her memory forever. He pointed with his finger towards that interesting cycle of that “citizen” who works hard to reach glory, no matter how big or small the “citizen’s” dream was, it was still interesting to watch. That “citizen” was growing relatively fast, breaking barriers to his dreams. It takes of course the “citizens” a matter of years to achieve certain things, but for the upper-world time has a different value. A few years time is a matter of a day or two up there. They both watched quietly admiring the efforts that “citizen” puts into his target, valuing each step and each favor given to him, each hardship he tries to take easily, wisely and patiently. His royalty King David, whispered in the Queen’s ear “Isn’t that impressive?”, she in return nodded, on her mind agreeing on how this “citizen” doesn’t fall no matter how things and other “citizens” try to break him. At the bottom of the road to glory he went steady, and as he was approaching the climax of his glory, things started happening rapidly, too fast, he had no time to think or decide, reaching that glory of his happened too quickly he couldn’t even realize it, but by the time he did he collapsed.
Zoya shook her head side to side feeling sorry for the “citizen” who couldn’t even last till that moment to enjoy a glimpse of his dream coming true. But the King patted her shoulder, even gentler than his whisper, assuring her such living souls like that glorious “citizen” continue to fight for their dreams.
At the same time, someone down there got immediately inspired by that “citizen”, let’s call him the “glorious citizen”, and unconsciously followed his steps trying to reach his dream too. No matter how different the methods he chose to use, he still followed the same steps. “Would he reach glory”, the Queen thought silently. And the King laughed, sarcastically laughed! Zoya looked at him surprised, and he knew he got to justify it for her.
“My dearest, my Queen, look at them, they fight for things they know aren’t theirs. They want to last forever through their dreams and glories. But my dearest, don’t you just believe me when I say that their glory is some sort of energy, it’s not contagious, and so it’s not going to spread around, it only shifts and changes its direction, from one “citizen” to another, like any other type of energy down there. One time it’s for this “citizen” another time it’s for another.”, the Queen knew the King was right, he was never mistaken, and didn’t expect him to sympathize with them, since she knows as well that only she in the upper-world has feelings for the world down there.
“Then how can they make glory theirs and lasting?”, the Queen then wondered.
“There’s only one way my Queen”, the King said looking thoroughly into all his Kingdoms.
“What is that one and only way?”, she asked, not sure about the answer.
“The one and only way, my dearest, is if they knew and believed that there is another immortal life waiting for them somewhere else. When that belief grows deep and wild in them they will work harder on their own mental, psychological and spiritual glory, because these are the only things they take with them to their other immortal lives.”
“And everyone down there deserves the glory they reach?”, she curiously asked.
“Do you assume that everyone down there prefers the clean path? If the path they choose was full of dirt then how do they deserve any glory?”. He answered firmly.
The Queen then stared and stared at each and every single “citizen” down there, knowing sadly that not all of them know or have the key to immortal glory, for they were ignorant enough to find the right path.