Prologue: The First moments of Rebirth

It felt like an era had passed. From the time it had started, until the time it came to a balanced end, it felt like an era had passed. he couldn’t thank God enough. Not enough. Not even enough. And though the repeated feeling of a hoax kept bothering him, as it still does, he felt he didn’t deserve it. Or maybe he did. May he did deserve to rot, not rot, wither painfully, in a 2 year blackhole of a hellhole. It had gone so alarmingly slow. And yet now, it felt like it wasn’t that much. Whatever be the feeling linked to it, the feeling now was of triumph. Of a holy triumph. Of a triumph that makes you believe in destiny. That the world was created by a wise creator. Not haphaestus. Haphaestus was lame. This creator was so powerful, we couldn’t bring words to describe Him. Not because we don’t have words. But because we don’t understand the special kind of words that describe him. Elementary flaw don’t you think? Thats how life is. Or at least half of it. The other half is balanced by an equation, only He can comprehend. And He in all his wisdom, does comprehend it.