I haven't written in a very long time and this is just a dash at insanity again.
Let's call this perpetual indignation.
J.Krishnamurthy will say perception of reality is subject to common duality of matter in principle and in observation. Beauty lies in the eye of the mind, the core of institution between your brow that separates the real from the unreal, the murky from the clear and the present from the future.
The rhetoric is a never ending saga...this life, a complex arrangement of events from the day you were born when your wondered around insular innocence's of all your loved ones who have eagerly awaited your much anticipated arrival... as a moment of truth shone on the mighty soul...now there is no escaping the inevitable. Wonder why we are born crying? It's heaven and hell...the soul knows the sound of this cosmic churn...this rhythmic hymn...this sonic pulse of life...it knows that from now on there is no looking back.
Now you look back on all those yonder years with mistiness in your eyes, your lips hiding a smile, and your soul sold a million times.
Fascination to life is an undue proportion you have mastered to indulge your senses with now, the present is heaven, you are heaven sent. The more you perceive, the more you detach from this undue proportion of fascination to life. Perceive life, relieve the present...don't live the moment, relieve the perception...the moment is what you bought on to come your way the way it has...perceive fascination...you will cling...you will desire and you will perish in the abominations of your own exasperating self-indulgent obscurity....fascination is obscure...unduly inherited and uncompromisingly mishandled.It doesn't matter anymore if you are in the realm of your own misinterpretations. it doesn't matter if you refused to open the mind's eye to what is to come. The distinction has been made...a balance struck...now is awareness that you are aware. Now I am aware that I was asleep. A subtlety so finely entwined...the perpetual indignation...passed with time.
