Born again beats dying again by design.
The seed born out of life has every intention of dying.
It didn’t really like its current life anyway.
Longing to bury itself
in the hidden depths for want of new beginnings,
the kernel willed itself to fall, and no one thought of it as suicidal.
Everyone knows that death for the seed is a blessing in disguise.
Only the seed had to wonder,
“How many times must I go through this?”
The memories of its past lives seemed awfully similar.
Vaguely, but certainly, they all resembled this one, his present life.
The cycle didn’t point to anything, which seemed to say,
there was no place to go.
Divine intervention had everything going in circles, spinning away
with some well-disguised purpose in mind, God’s mind.
The seed had a mind to get off the merry-go-round once and for all.
Of these disguised blessings, he’d had enough, or so he thought.
He wasn’t getting any younger, you know.
This unknown heavenly process had a will of its own, God’s will.
But the seed felt the need to question his own free will:
“When God dies, maybe I’ll finally find out if I’m in His will.
If there is a naked sacred blessing by design,
that’s when I’ll know, and that’s when I’ll finally get it.
Then my will will be the only one, and I’ll become God myself.
Is this what it’s all about? Is this why I must die over and over?
Is that what I’m waiting for?
Do I really have an inborn wish to be the Almighty God?”
This is where the seed got stuck, and Time waited for him alone,
Then it happened.
The seed forgot himself completely,
which allowed Time to go on for everybody else,
as you can see for yourself.
The seed of Uncle Tree