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I don’t know whether there is a method in madness or not, but there sure is a bit of divinity in it. In fact, in that state of existence, when we are at our most primeval self, we are closest to all that is good in us, all that the Maker put in, and all that Man, despite his best efforts, hasn’t been able to defile.
And in a morning spent in such phantasms of Life, I came up with this. Do let me know, as usual, how you like it.
Well, yesterday was my 19th birthday. And since this makes it a whole new year for me today, I thought I might as well make a new entry in here. Something to please myself – a promise for the new year.
Life is something like a stream – I don’t claim this analogy to be mine. A river that runs from the mountains, cutting in on divides and crusts. Runs, as it does, on crags and boulders – grinding them to pale sands of alluvium. The very alluvium that fertilises the shores of Man. Aeons of brute force pulverising sheer concrete to fine sand – the birthplace of Civilisation. The unmistakable mutiny that goes on within a calm, fluid exterior. Muse to many a poet, a treat to the eyes of the artist, the answer Nature gives to the plaints of the farmer – and yet, raving beneath in a storm of violence. What a beautiful contradiction…what amazing craft.
That’s where I do see Life.