Bleak and bliss

He crept through the night.  The jungle was dark but he being what he was did not bother.  He slid through the trees and grass quite easily.  The rocks and thorns on the ground did not bother him.

He was searching for something.  He did not know what it was but was sure he would know once he got it.  He had been searching for it from forever.  He could remember a time when something painful enveloped him.  The pain stayed with him since then but he was not sure how long back that was.  At the time the pain came in, he realized he had to find it.  At that point, he knew what it was but as time went by his memory faded.  How long did his memory last?  He did not remember.  He understood light and dark but did not understand seconds or minutes or hours or days or months or years or decades or centuries or millennium. There was just the search for it.  He saw a lot of things; some moved and some did not.  The ones that moved seemed to increase his pain but others did not increase his pain (they did not reduce it either).  He was not sure if the pain ever reduced.  He could only feel the increase in pain.  In fact, the only feelings he had were the pain and the need to find it.

Suddenly, he felt his pain decrease.  A new feeling started creeping in.  He moved forward but the pain increased.  He came back to the original spot.  He went to his right and felt his pain reduce.  So he continued to move forward.  At some point, his pain increased.  He traced his way back and went left with no effect.  He came back again, took the right and felt his pain reduce.  In this manner, he continued till he realized that he had found it.  He moved slowly towards it.  The pain had almost disappeared and a new feeling that he did not understand took over.  He continued moving till he had no feelings at all.

With no feeling left, what more can be said.