The Reverse Arrow of Time

I was sitting alone, how alone only I knew. Death came to my door. He saw me alone He walked into my mind. ‘You have kept your memories aside too’ He said, somewhat displeased ‘But I know your weakness, and I will conquer you still. You remain plural in love.’ He entered my heart. It was not dark, it had a mellow glow. Love was mine, but there was none besides. I was alone. The glow was love, but the love was of self. He said, ‘I cannot take you. I can only take you into a changed relationship, But I can operate only when you relate.’ I said, ‘Death, your master is Time, and Time’s validity lies in change. You create fear by pretending that you put an end to the sequence of change, But you can only bring about another becoming, not end it. Your writ runs only within relativity. Death, you cannot kill one who is alone; I died before you came.’ - Ramana Maharshi