Musings
I am musing over the world of arts - of literature, of music, of artists - wondering over questions and answers. How our mind tricks us into the hunt of answers that are nothing but the "golden deer" that even Rama could not recognize. Questions are eternal. Answers will always be found wanting at the high altar of eternal questions.
What is it that we want? Security? Love? Power? Well, nothing stands the test of time; everything keeps shifting ground. We live in a mire of our own mental pettiness and pull ourselves down every moment with the weight of our own self-destructive ignorance. Compromise is the word that we feed our souls on; Compromise on every single breath. Do we ever know what is it to let loose? To be ready to die in order to live?
But then we are too scared of death. So scared that we talk ourselves into accepting a compromise as if it is not what we know it is.
What is it that we want and what is it that we really need at this time - again an eternal question; I am waiting at your altar, O' higher one.
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