Hope

Hope is a sedative, anaesthetic, palliative... Hallucinogenic. Hope is hallucinogenic.

Night

I love the night. That's when I feel peaceful and calm. And strangely sheltered by the darkness. When the stars come out for their conversations. Inky blue sky. Quietness and harmony. The natural state of things. Darkness. Absence. Blankess. I suppose darkness is the natural state of the universe. Light comes afterwards.

I love the night. Perhaps because I was born at night... Perhaps I found my way here through the night. The natural state of things. The natural state of me.

Question

Do we pass through time, or does time pass through us?

28

26 keys, no 28, with which I hope to create magic. Alphabets, space bar and full stop. 28 notes for a strange form of music played. 28 ingredients of a brew. 28 colours of a frenzied piece of art. 28 nights in which the moon goes from nothing to nothing.

The music of words.. The music lies neither in sound, nor in pattern, but in what they evoke in the space within.. In how they can make the mind contemplate itself. In how they question and answer. In how they tear apart and reassemble. In how they plunge into sorrow and console. 28 shades of grey. 28 vials of poison. 28 drops of tears. 28 fragments of silence. 28 contractions of your heart.

Yes or No

Flip a coin. If you don't like the outcome, you'll at least know what you want.

Ahem..

Hmm.. Hmmm? Hmmmm.... OK. This is re-entry number 3, if I remember right. I know, the frequency of posts here might make each post seem like a "comeback post" :) Well, now that I have broadband and myself for company I might as well get down to some long pending spring cleaning of my head and loading all the trash right into cyberspace :) You never know, such trash sometimes makes far more sense than most things I struggle to communicate.

By the way, as far as reasons for blogging again go, make it just the broadband :) I am not so sure of the second reason. It could be something else. If nothing else, its not what I just said it was. Not true.

Moving On...

Everytime I leave a place, I leave behind a part of me for good. Eventually, there'll be nothing left of me. I wonder if this is really as bad as it sounds... Maybe thats the perfect thing.

Concrete Maya

The past is mere memory. The future is pure imagination. The present is just perception.

Everything's an illusion. The self is part of the illusion. Thoughts too are therefore illusions. The concept of illusion is also an illusion. So, something has to be real, after the double negation. But nothing is. Nothing is real.

And nothing Is.

I have Today

...to live life in the tiniest moments of near perfection and crazy beautiful madness; I know that reality will be upon me tomorrow in all its dark ugliness, but I do not care, for I have today, I have right now...

Roulette.

Is Life roulette?

Trite

The greatest learning can come from watching oneself.. Watching oneself change.. Realising how and why.. So complete. Self. 99.99% pure.

...Sometimes the 0.01% makes all the difference.