As soon as those hands devoluted me to earth, I was thrown out of my grave. Since then I am sitting here, by the side of my grave, and wondering, Was it the body whose satisfaction and survival made me so obsessed ? Was it the same entity for which I strived day and night? For whose entertainment , I wished to change the world order. And now I am seeing it decaying and rotting. I am just trying to search myself out of this decomposed matter.