The Sarcastic Crystal Skull

At an old forgotten Oriental cemetery, half buried in the soil emerges a decomposed skull. -nothing unpleasant, by the by- It looks like glass when the sun whitens it. No nose, eyes, ears or mouth; therefore no face, no mask. It has nothing of its own except it's veil of mourn and dust and its eternal smile. Its grimace might seem both tragic or blissful. Leaving my reason apart I said: "There is no feature that distinguishes you especially, you could be anyone. Are you not the precious image of each and all of us ?" And the answer seemed to me both silent but eloquent -it couldn´t be otherwise- Just the eternal half veiled smile when again the skull contemplates the worries and doubts of their living fellows.