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There is was reading Pg: 120 of The Fountainhead. 23 hours and 25 minutes from that time, i cannot come out of it. I do not have the courage to proceed further, at least not now.

24 Hours onward, I picked up the courage to read further. Though i knew that i d be consumed by the book, and couldn't do any other work, i still went forward. Now i stand in Page 185.

The Graveyard missive

Dear Friend, we swore a friendship for life.

I wish you the best in the life after,

As I write this missive,

From a Tomb that declares,

"Here lies buried a Man's honour"

A Moment of Eternity

Today, I rode out, thought clouding my head as the clouds did the heavens. As I rode, I raised my head to find myself Flying, towards the heavens (at the other end of which of the was the Marina) - the breeze to my face, the dark sky greeting me, applauding with beats of thunder and beaming with streaks of lightning as i ascended ever so close to it. At that moment of time lay an eternity, an ecstasy greater than love and Nirvana among many others..............


P.S.:
1) The above post explains my view on top of the Flyover on R.K.Road, as i rode out to meet my dearest friend for lunch. This was also a Prequel to a post that i have put of indefinitely, a post to which i would not be doing justice to if i do not take the adequate time developing it.
2) Jai you are very good at (he)art. I wrote this post with you in mind - a writer's description of a work of art. Can you actually create a sketch of this for me.
3) Don't worry though.. We'll copyright the sketch, as i surely know that it ll be amazing.

A Cosmic take on life.

I am at a stage in life where everything and anything makes very little sense to me. The purpose of all human actions seem misguided, purposeless, like small steps in the endless of expanse of wasteland.

Consider this..

Stephen Hawking in an public address once said (and i do not quote,i just am writing what i vaguely recollect of that address) that the existance of life is an overrated phenomenon. That there is life on earth stands testimonial and is added proof to this statement. The existance of life nothing more than an anomaly in the endless expanse of space-time. Considering this there need not be necessarily a purpose to the existance of the human species.. (you or i)

I for most parts concur on his above views -

What do the deeds of men mean? What purpose do they serve, considering that, if creation was an anomaly, destruction is also more than just a possibility.

What does it all mean when all of what has been done, 5000 years of human evolution, is destoyed by a single stroke from the dark expanse of space, or by the natural death of our solar system, our universe?? What else will remain.. absolutely nothing....

So tell me all those of you who care to read this post - What will your efforts be worth after armageddon? Where all that is left is the darkness of space..

Anyone who gives a fitting answer will save a poor human from an endless stretch of demotivation, and purposeless meanderings...