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Sunday, October 07, 2007

whats meant to be will always find its way

nice bumper.

will it be, what it had been, to be done the same.
wondering.

feeling shagged.

the rain is fine. it came just at the right time. never had it been a better time to walk in the rain. perhaps a song or two. just enjoying the sound of the rain drops. the hustling of the leaves. the coolness has gotten onto you, but you dont mind, you think it just serves right. soon you will reach somewhere where there's warmth. somewhere where there may be too much warmth that it turns to fire, a raging fire. and you decide that you might as well fade away to the shadows. waiting for it to turn into ashes. waiting for the breeze to blow them away. scattered all over. or to be reborn again. as a Phoenix?

time, its a convention, and not a very convincing one indeed. there's no such thing as time really; it has no actual existence. time is nothing more than an infinitesimal point in eternity, just as space is an infinitesimal point in infinity. at the most, time is a sort of tunnel through which we are accustomed to believe that we are travelling. there's a roar in our ears and a darkness in our eyes which makes it seem real to us. but before we came into the tunnel we existed for ever in an infinite sunlight, and after we have got through it, we shall exist in an infinite sunlight again. so why should we bother ourselves about the confusion and noise and darkness which only encompass us for a moment.

maybe feelings we had is one of the few truth we hold onto ourselves.