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.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Looking at the big screen but listening to the small voice...
Looking at them and at the same time the small voice is saying something. After reading something, sms or anything, the small voice is telling me something. Does that hold the secrets to life after death? What you see is life. But as to what the impressions are after that be it in thoughts or whatever, it holds the secret to what others tend to do to others. It is just plain nonsense. The answer is not in the big screen but it is in the small individualistic screen of the brain. Is it the mind or the brain shadow of something? It emits something but might not be the real thing. Or is it just a stupid nothing? Think of something, it emits and cast just nothing and holds nothing of significance. For a moment, it is just a shadow a distortion that seems to be very real. Allahuakbar.
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