Surging towards the cemetery temple, throngs of white t-shirted men carry the cremation tower through the streets of downtown Peliatan. Thick with people, the streets ooze with zealots celebrating and observing. More than at any time in my life I felt vulnerable to the possibility I would be caught in a push and be trampled by the masses of people. One only had to lift their feet up, the pushing from behind propelled you further towards the cemetery; an analogy for life? All things must pass.
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