Decadence of spirit is falling to the convenience of
matter. And you may discover that what you learnt in
those old tunics of past lifetimes, can never be reprobated!
And you may begin to conclude that conventional
education was an anomaly to garnering astute wisdom!
I pondered my youth over many books, called wise; and
very wisely written; but I have surmised that pure wisdom comes from
understanding nature of every kind, and more, revelation(!);
when you begin to discern between the immaterial ambrosia appearing in
holographs, and the real treacle propositioned to you! So do I think I am
the custodian of seven graces and seven humours, and more?
Lest I be overconfident (!), I must say, that the child may know
the extent of his naked innocence; but does the wise old person feel
confounded by the measures/ layers of his wisdom? I chance to think that
a spirit is never decadent or degenerate when one keeps rebuking evil!
But is circumstance as much a murderer of righteousness as the
evil that creates it to subjugate your spirit/ soul? Who did Job question?
Is there a deplorable, deprecated stalemate in acceptance and resignation?
Who did the victims of Kalinga question? Does a remorseful villainous King
deserve the glory of the annals? How do we question the all-seeing eye
at the top of the pyramid? Does he have a mighty twinkle or a conscientious tear?
Can we, the participants in the grand opera, only divulge an insolent mockery and never
a hearty laughter? If I have so much grace and humour, must it only arrive
out of necessity? Who is the invisible hobgoblin/ maverick of mishaps?
Perhaps, we don’t see the rainbow without a face that seems to
pledge that: There is always time for controlled madness,
but never a moment for unconditional insanity!!!
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