Life was like a repeated throw of dice, and He knew, somehow the dice rolled from His hand.

Then again, He knew a perfect stillness.
When He sat alone, He was in deepest oneness, always. When He closed His eyes in self-repose, a most enigmatic dance presented itself to Him; a dance of Time; where the past and the future got animated as players and themselves entertained Him , like performers in a carnival. It had dawned on Him that He was an eternal witness, and thus too, the realisation that the story of all life, was His story.
Life was like a repeated throw of dice, and He knew, somehow the dice rolled from His hand.