Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A taste of intelligence...
Have I ever tasted it? And what are the characteristics of intelligence? It cannot be defined. It is indefinite. It is hollow. It is neither been very bright and it has never been very dull. It makes no sound but it moves. It is there and the moment you are in need of it, it is gone. Therefore everything constitutes an intelligence.It includes people, individuals, and things. But with an exception. It is all love and no hate. It is all smile and no cry. Only a shed of tears. And it is all happiness. Immortality. It is stateless. It is heavenly.
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