Beasts were beasts, neither civilized nor bonded. They were at complete liberty, enjoying full freedom of choice. Their domains were their birth-right and gifted to them, naturally. Unaware of God’s divine vigilance and control, all were engaged in proving their utility without price-tags, paying costs at their own costs. The unending games of livelihood were, no doubt, typical, with moments to prey or be preyed. It was an ongoing affair of skirmishes and flashpoints, an unending toss between God’s priceless lives and deaths.
The encounters were in varying degrees, mean and simple precursors to the choicest menu souls wished to be laid for their feasts. The wild trade was free and absolutely fair, in stark contrast to the ways of the modern world, sans taxes, levies or surcharges, without malpractices or propaganda wars. All deals were closing with full and final settlements with life and minor discounts of a few terminal breaths were rare.
All terms of trade were unambiguous, unequivocal, unwritten, sans asterisks and fine prints, where successful entrepreneurs were neither devising well laid out game-plans nor short or long-term strategies. Instead, all were working intuitively, refraining from exploiting their environs, utilizing only their innate abilities to camouflage, blend or adapt. The bigger and powerful players were the privileged ones, asserting exclusive territorial rights for their businesses. Otherwise, there were no assigned roles and boundaries, no distinctions between preys and predators. It was all a game of role reversals, a matter of time, with no one in the know when preys would turn into predators and predators, preys.
The place was in isolation from the die-hard materialistic world where there were no misunderstandings fuelling the time-tested tactic of divide and rule. Murders and suicides were unheard of, and life was continuing to flourish when the gravest challenge to life was nothing but life. Here, uncertainties were always certain, but certain uncertainties were never certain. There was no world wide web of endless ambitions and lifetimes of self-deceit. There was an end to reckless exploitation that, otherwise, was draining out chivalrous enthusiasm from the veins of modern urbanites. Without cozy board-rooms, there was no scope of hatching white-collar conspiracies.
And, only a bird’s small eye was the best witness to this sprawling view of blackish greenery. It was sheer bliss for the Eagles while they were in their heightened stride of ecstasy. For the ominous bearded vultures, the density of foliage was nothing but ridiculous, divine frustration, a big hindrance in exercising their hunger-reserved rights. They could neither feast on the dead, nor derive soul soothing satisfaction from their whiff of alluring stink.
The richness of flora and fauna was in such extremes that the Creator was seemingly mesmerized and was left with no choice, whatsoever. It had drawn a veil for the over-zealous, hungry eyes keeping this unresolved mystery under shrouds. There was either a widespread sheet of mist or a fluffy cushion of floating cumulus.
And, no doubt, it was the abode of the Gods. Greed was less and resources, abundant. The vast virgin expanse was retaining its pristine glory and escaping the onslaught of lust, greed and curiosity. Within this world of ancient wilderness, a harmonious relationship of man with nature was nurturing, laws were abstract but were being solemnly observed, rarely trespassed. Yet, everything, here, was extremely vulnerable to the misconstruction of civilized interpretations… and there were fears of its sinistrous exposure at the cruel pangs of overriding time.
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