Life as a Continuum
Many plants can be propagated by grafting. Carefully break off a branch, rebury part of it in soil and voila, it sprouts roots, then shoots
Step-(Un)Wise
Our brains are like VHS tapes. No, not in that they are obsolete (yet), but in that they are capable of working only in a
Of Birthdays…
𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, Of 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦 Live 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘕𝘰 𝘢𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 you 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 Neither longitude nor latitude
The Identity Crisis
Who are we? No, really, who am I ?? The daughter of so and so, the father of this and that, living in such and
To Soul or Not to Soul…
What is the soul? Is it that which according to some, is transferred through births and rebirths, or is it the neʹphesh or psy·kheʹ…the life we possess
Of Perceptions
We need to find the essence of life, mired as we are in the mundane, the daily commute, the rise and fall of the stock
The Kaleidoscope
Glassy insignificants, contained in space…reflections, illusions..the splendor of kaleidoscope. Kaleidoscopic minds, contained in time…drama and emotion, the splendor of life. Life and the hunt for its
Involution and Perception
Can the eye see itself? Can thought perceive itself? Thought can perceive but cannot see. The eye can see but what can it perceive? Perception
Doomsday Phobia
The race is on. Global warming, carbon footprint, ozone depletion… The race is on – to save the earth. There is panic everywhere. Almost as
The Catalog of the Damned
We are all cataloged. And cross cataloged. Like books in a library. We are men or women or in-betweens, we are Hindus or Christians or
Transcendence
Art and science – seeming contradictions but just different interpretations of the same subject we call life. If art were a poem, science is its
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