corpsified 6 : return of the revenge of the night of the dawn of the day of the recapitulation

"In the end," said the anti-buddha, "all we have is a pile of corpses, slung about our necks."

"But Master," said Arjuna, "do we not also have the One That Got Away?"

The Master stroked his beard, closed his eyes, and considered his student's query. As he pondered, Battle raged from all around, and the screams of warm corpses filled the air. Beyond the closed sight of the Master and his fondled whiskers, worlds were born and devoured, lives were ignited and extinguished, ages and aeons were shaken, stirred, and dislodged from the very heavens. At last, the anti-buddha saw fit to open his eyes and speak.

"It is not the lot of honest men to ever know even a single answer," spoke the Disenlightened One, "and yet, is it not seemly to believe that You are privileged to be afforded so many corpses of your very own, when so few of these --", here the Master gestured at the bloodied fields surrounding, "depart with any but their own?"