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, February 14, 2014
made in consciousness...
Consciousness. That explains. We are what we are conscious of. Thus we can be capable of anything, from A to Z, literally speaking. The first instance of something that has to do with pain, we are conscious of death. On this consciousness, do we have to cheat ourself? We are made of consciousness. Name it. And you are very much part of it. Of anger, of love, of hate, all in the consciousness and we are made of it. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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