The fences and the fence maker.

Seeing distinctly the gradual process; the curtain slowly came down the fences. The fence maker could still see a part of the fences; he could not feel the sadness as he could also see the Vast expanse without beginning, middle or end.
His fences always defined them and now they were being striked out. He was at ease with the sight which was free of all constraints and with his mind that was filled with childlike humour. He stood like an impassive witness like the tamarind trees outside his fences; the home was now seen.