I’ll be moving to earth in two days, or so they say. Life is a good thing, a one-time opportunity, I’m being convinced for the last couple of weeks. “You’re not ready for it yet”, they say every time they postpone my transit to earth. “Your questions.” is what they say have to die before I’ve to live. This time, I’d be moving for sure, for I heard the fairies gossiping about some “Plan Z”, something they probably try upon the most difficult of souls, something that always works they say.
Hi, I am Mary. Nice to meet you.
Hey. You’re beautiful. Never seen you before.
Beauty is nothing but order within chaos. It’s everywhere, you just have to look around.
I cannot. In all chaos, all order and all existence, I see deep nothingness.
What about me?
What about you?
You see nothingness in me?
Of course. But, oh wait! Umph… you should exist.
I don’t think I can answer that. Oh wait, I’m hating myself for saying this. This is what the other fairies keep telling me when I ask them for meaning. Umm….
Yes, you cannot answer that. But about that question of meaning, how about asking it from me? I’m not like the other fairies.
What is this mark below your lips?
O soul! That’s a mole.
Why is it there?
Randomly? No. It really makes a difference. You look so beautiful with it. Mary, this randomness is beautiful. This chaos within order within chaos is appealing. Aren’t you wrong when you attribute beauty to mere order.
Hahahaa…. Wow. I’m impressed to see a soul in-the-making intellectualize like this. The fairies were right about you. You are difficult.
So have we reached the “your question is unanswerable” dead-end already?
I told you I’ll never say that.
Then quench my thirst for meaning. Hey, wait, there’s another of this mole thing a little above your lip on the other side. You’re lovely.
Aren’t fairies meant to be that? Lovely?
They are? No. Not at all. It’s only you.
Because I have moles around my lips?
No, I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m enjoying being with you.
Oh Soul! If life is like these few moments we’ve been together, is there any possibility we may stop looking for meaning.
There the fairy took my hands in her warm ones and placed her lips over mine. It felt like nothing else I had felt before. It felt like something that couldn’t be put into words, just like life itself. I had immediately begun to realize the existence of concepts impossible to put in words.
Mary, you answered me. You’re the meaning of life. Yes, It’s you.
Oh Soul! Why tears?
Could I beg God for you? Could he let you travel with me to earth? I’ll do whatever he wills in exchange, I’ll stop asking for meanings anymore.
Soul, let me tell you something this bright night. Do you think we, the fairies, have answers to these questions souls like you keep bugging us with? Do you think the peace you see over our faces is real?
Soul, today that I’ve myself found meaning, why would I let it leave me. I’ll go with you.
We will go.