John Milton's Paradise Lost is an epic tale of the journey of an angel Lucifer and his fall from Heaven resulting in his assumed identity of Satan, with his army of rebelling divine crowd, creating a kingdom for himself in Hell. Satan's fall from grace has been attributed to his pride and ambition and a notion of superiority that bows not even before the supremacy of God himself. In literature there exists a concept named hamartia, or the fatal flaw, pride being Satan's and pride being our dear Ridhima's. So am I attempting to equate Ridhima with the proverbial evil Satan? No, certainly not. And in any case, Satan was just a resentful angel. He chose to destroy and sully God's greatest creation as revenge for his fall from Heaven. This is solely to bring to light how pride always precedes a fall.
Mounted on her high horse, Ridhima rides with self-assurance and an arrogance that her steed would not ever stumble. After all, her steed has been fed on a lifelong diet of reassurance and appreciation, a constant re-affirmation of its power and strength and sure-footed-ness. From the throne atop her stallion of moral supremacy, Ridhima condescends upon those that walk the cobbled path of life, stumbling oh so often, but yet picking themselves up, brushing off the dirt and trudging on. What she cannot see from her perch, considering how lofty it is, is that the roads of life are strewn with rocks, sludge and slime. Confident that her mount requires no direction from her, she chooses to let the reins hang and allows it to take her along treacherous roads of self realization.
Beware Ridhima, when those that walk fall, they escape with minor injuries. From your high seat your fall could crush you. The fall from grace almost always results in damnation and Hades. Hold on to the reins, lest the horse gallop away without you realizing it, into a murky land where you will find yourself alone and incapable, sheltered and unaware as you are!! after all, not all Lucifers come armed with a colony of supporters....