In whose hand your life is ........
It is true that our life is never so helplessly in someonelses mercy as is in the hands of our barber as his knife runs down from our chin to our neck, passing through that life line called jugular vein.
Last Sunday, even as I was having my hair cut, this thought coursed through my mind.Though this is the eternal fact, and our life depends on that thin sharp edge of our barber not cutting through those delicate jugular veins, we dont feel the fear that is so associated with our death passing through that delicate edge.
I think it is because we are conditioned to have blind faith on our barber, that he shall never let such accident happen.This makes Sulu think that, perhaps,our fear of death is not from death itself or it's cause, but lack of faith in the process of life. Thus Sulu muses.
