It was a morning. He saw clouds all around him. It was drizzling. He went out. It was a new job. The kid wanted help with his English. He had asked him to be ready by nine am.
In the beautiful weather. Jasmine fragrance and chirping quirks made the environment a musical harmony. He had been reading a new book on painting: words like Chitrabhasha, ChitraPata, Chitrakoot, Chitra Ketu and Chittagong all related to graphics . The constellation arcturus known as Chitra was considered to herald beginning of new year. Psychic impressions were responsible for a kind of painting as per Samkhya and Yoga system. This was the painting you see as waking and dreaming lives respectively. The quality of those two states varied only in the pace of change. There was more fluidity in streaming dreams and less so in the waking. Waking state is elaborate dreaming. Dreaming is concise waking.
The language of dreams is thought in the waking state.
Language implies meaning conveyed by symbols. Patterns recognised by a system. What if we never stop dreaming : only alternative states of nightmares and pleasant dreams varies like two poles of happiness and unhappiness.
It’s so. Albeit a void is in the background. A flop for every flip. A zero for every one. A hero for everyone and a villain for every hero.
The rest is where it all emanates from. The sleep. Why would you ever be afraid of rest which rejuvenates. And if it’s a complete cessation of being: it’s even better. He never understood why you avoid talking about death.
The rest is where it all emanates from. The sleep. Why would you ever be afraid of rest which rejuvenates. And if it’s a complete cessation of being: it’s even better. He never understood why you avoid talking about death. We shall see what happens. Nothing is impossible for me. To face the morning again, I would willingly give my life for this. What is the meaning of life or death. what is the meaning of words. what is the best medicine. What is the most beautiful thing in life.