The incomprehensible imaginations one gets of how one's life should turn out to be are to be looked with awe and admiration. While the insecurities we feel of our immediate future and surroundings make us - the humans, to be no more than to be pitied at. Each opportunity we miss in life thinking of it's possible adverse effects, blowing it up to disproportionate volume, that it even smudges the tinkers of happiness that it might have yielded had we pursued it; makes us seem to be vain little creatures. Where did we learn to distinguish darkness from light and good from bad?
Now, we a group of animals, we who scrounge for wealth and health, we who created machinery and literature, set standards and try to segregate and shut everything we feel and see into labelled little boxes. How could we have dared to do such a deed? Isn't it true that everything deserves to be treated equally for its own uniqueness? There can never exist a line to part everything into one and another. It is futile to try and calibrate everything, for the final reading one might ever get is the absolute one - the infinity!
PS: yes! the usual cliched ending :)
Now, we a group of animals, we who scrounge for wealth and health, we who created machinery and literature, set standards and try to segregate and shut everything we feel and see into labelled little boxes. How could we have dared to do such a deed? Isn't it true that everything deserves to be treated equally for its own uniqueness? There can never exist a line to part everything into one and another. It is futile to try and calibrate everything, for the final reading one might ever get is the absolute one - the infinity!
PS: yes! the usual cliched ending :)
