"How do I unbecome?"

Don't celebrate my birthday,
I am never born,
I am eternal.

In fact,
celebrating my earthly incarnation
is demeaning
to what I really am!

Gautama watched as his father was taken into the MRI room, and made to lie down. He saw his father's crestfallen visage and it broke his heart. "Why does life have to be such a dicey thing?" he wondered as his father was sliding into the magnetic scan chamber. 
In all those busy work days, constantly hogging the limelight of success and surfing the wave of family affection, it had never occurred to Gautama to look deeper into life - to question its fundamentals. It seemed the whims and fancies of life had kept him trapped and never let him tread far enough to witness its vicissitudes.

Much like that animal that had lived all its life in a cage and, seeing from its eyes had always assumed that the whole world was in a cage and it was outside. 
"Life's vicissitudes": the euphemism that we made up to mask what was actually our own invincible ignorance about the actual picture of Reality.
Then came the shocking moment of his father's collapse at a party, and the doctor suspecting brain cancer and calling for a scan. As they had walked to the lab, Gautama's mind was filled with questions, "Why me? We were so health conscious. How could this happen to us? How will I see my father suffer the trauma and the pain of the chemotherapy treatment? How will I take out time to attend to him? What if he is bedridden? Can I sacrifice my career to tend to him?"
As the MRI scan was in progress, his thoughts shifted to questions about life itself.
"Why did God have to design life this way - with so many complicated organs working with such delicate balances? Why did they have to grow and wear out? Why did there have to be something like cancer? If pain and suffering was to be inevitable, then what was the fun in creating the world at all?"
The test was done; as his father came limping out of the room, Gautama wondered what was the purpose behind making a God-fearing and decent man suffer such dire circumstances. "Why did we have to be so intelligent, yet the same intelligence lead us into such damned hopelessness?"
The lab technician asked them to wait for a few minutes as the report would be ready soon. As they waited, with every moment agonisingly treading towards a fearful revelation of cancer, Gautama began making some firm decisions in his mind - "I have to do something about this. Life cannot be so futile and fragile. There has to be some way to find the reality that lies beneath all these constantly shifting images that we experience on a daily basis... I have to figure out what exactly is the purpose of disease, old age and death!"
The report was ready and handed over to them. Gautama nervously opened it to see the findings. His father could not take it and looked away.
As he read through the report, to their surprise, it looked all normal. The father had a mild BP issue but no sign of cancer at all. Father and son looked at each other in disbelief, and then laughed and hugged.
They rose up and walked out with a spring in their step. They spoke about having a party on the weekend to celebrate the father's health. Gautama picked up his phone to call office and setup some meetings so his work can be back on track.
As they walked out, a dog limping across the gate blocked their way. It had a lump in its head and an unsteady gait. They waited for it to cross. It stuttered for a bit and slowly walked across. As it passed, an excited Gautama and his father hurried towards home. The weekend party had a lot of planning to be done.
There was an unstoppable force; then, there was an immovable object.
What made it an unstoppable force was that it was driven. Driven by passion and hunger. A passion that was so unfailingly thirsty that it was unquenchable. A hunger that was made insatiable by the infinite possibilities of thought and the seemingly inscrutable challenge thrown by Reality and Truth. It was a passion for life and a hunger for knowledge. The passion bordered on lust while the hunger bordered on desperation. A heady concoction that propelled the force to the limits of unstoppability...
The immovable object was, well, just immovable!
Then came that fateful day when unstoppable force was to encounter the immovable object. It was an event of cosmic dimensions, one that it seemed like a reverse Big-Bang of destiny itself.
They said the force would win; that it would break through the immovable object's eternal resistance. They cited Newton's law to justify it. Force was always mass multiplied with acceleration. Whatever was the immovable object's mass, the unstoppable force's power would always be a multiple of it.
The moment of reckoning came. They both met. There was a loud bang. And the blinding light. And then, when the dust had settled, immovable object stood where it was while unstoppable force lay sulking beside.

Unstoppable force had failed. In the end, its passion was found wanting.
There was, alas, one weakness in the unstoppable force. It was built with emotions. The very same thing that was completely absent in the immovable object. In fact, that is what made it the immovable object in the first place!
For some time, unstoppable force was seen languishing in nothingness, until it began to foment some energy to reroute its journey in a new direction. Eventually, however, the hitherto unstoppable force was seen relegated within the walls of bounded rationality, banished to scalar dimensions. 
The impact of forces and objects, finally, did not at all seem like a test of insurmountability, unsurpassability, or even indefatigability; it was probably just a drama of the life as we know it.
Wisdom - Nihilism - Divinity