Invincible

On top of the world you stand. The highest mountain peak, the deepest ocean, the parched desert can't stop or belittle you. A thick hard shell surrounds you, protects you. You are untouchable. Undefeatable. Unbeakable. If every democracy or autocracy fails, when religion ceases to apply, and Newton is but a speck in a history book, you will stand as an immovable pillar. Even as the entire globe crumbles, you stand idly, looking down your nose, to see the damage be done. Because, you are invincible. Why should you take the chance of not being so? Why save the world when it hardly matters, when you will go on undamaged with or without? Why lift a finger to save something that can hardly be that special when it so effortlessly destructs? When nothing can touch you it becomes so painless to see everything in ruin. And for that simple reason, we can't be invincible. We, as humanity, must be touchable, beatable, killable. Without an inevitable end, life is taken for granted. Preciousness is lost. Lovingness gone. Kindness vanishes. Feelings that need to be cherished, lest they slip like grains of sand through our fingers, would disappear. Our wretched vulnerability is the key to our very humanness. Without it, we would be hard, cold shells with a layer of scales and a row of spikes. 

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