Paradox

Just observed something -

The surest means of protection is destruction. The only way to ensure certain death is to prolong life - in an oxygen chamber, if need be.

Hence, the only sure way to ensure that God continues to exist is to destroy God. (The surest way to kill mankind is to seek immortality). That way, once God no longer exists, then one will begin to deal with the premise that the self exists. To seek anything further, one will need to look beyond the self. This process will lead on to an answer, which cannot manifest itself to those who are grappling with the initial premise.

If the answer is presented to those who are yet to come to terms with objective reality, there will be a violent revolt. Keeping the answer around will ensure an unstable equilibrium. Once the answer disappears from sight, then the responsibility of evolution will rest squarely on the shoulders of the self - which is good. As one moves from being in an outward - seeking to a self - sufficient to an outward - giving state, the answer may present itself again. By which time, the answer may not be needed at all. After all, God helps those who help themselves.

This is a curious paradox.

Yet, this paradox must exist to ensure that our ecosystem is stable and continues to survive. Which brings me to a second observation - a logically consistent system must have at its core an unprovable, inconsistent, paradoxical supposition.

Maya

He discovered that seeking equanimity and balance does not mean dealing with opposing forces. It means rising above them all.

Up until several months ago, he spent ages trying to drug himself into a stupor that would block reality and permit deceit. Yet, the sweet smell of truth somehow made it's way to his nostrils. It had missed the deadline by months, and was no longer needed. Yet, he reacted .. badly.

At first, he scanned his wishlist to see what had become of his request for a little kindness, and realized that he had allowed self-deception to lead him down the wrong path.

Then, he asked for a little knowledge, but he received understanding. He still didn't know any better.

He asked for some water to slake his thirst, but received a bowlful of sand. He was no longer hungry.

He asked for a lighter burden, but developed a stronger back.

The writing was on the wall, but it was in Chinese. He learnt a little mandarin on the way.

Now, he gets the joke.

Quaerendo Invenietis

Illusions last 360 degrees

Silence
.... And if the night runs over....
good morning Mumbai cuckoo cuckoo wake up li'll suzie wake up man I hate bread do you have change for a hundred the rickshaw guys don't have any in the morning where's my shaving kit where's the dhobi
....And if the day won’t last....
bhaisaab station boss stop pushing where's my book Catch 22 he-he Luciana and the invisible scar he-he she gives plenty ficky fick taxi TAXI good morning everyone sorry I'm late man this isn't kurma it's brown sludge hmmm sudoku and office go hand in hand
....And if our way should falter....
taxi TAXI bhaisaab station saab taxi bhaade pe hai aage waala taxi lijiye damn I'm buying a car think I'll buy the Octavia here comes the 8:49 Borivali fast boss stop
....Along the stony pass....
pushing rickshaw man I need a shower what's for dinner phew nothing like home food
....It’s just a moment....
where's my book thank you for tuning in to Worldspace Maestro tonight features a special Mozart triad
....This time will pass....
Silence

It' a very uphill climb while all the time it seems you're going downhill

Over the hills and far away

Each time I'm crashing harder, each time I'm flying higher
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"Hey Haze, good to see you again. Been a while .... where have you been?"
"Spent a few days in the hills up north."
"Hills? For a city dweller like you, that's quite an achievement."
"Thank you! What’s amusing is that living in the city has led me to read far less, eat more erratically and sleep less. In the hills, finished two books and am on my third now. Must have slept about twelve hours a day, ate three heavy meals a day, kept sipping on cold mountain spring water and yet ended up losing weight. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
“True, true .... your face says that like every other tourist, you're harbouring thoughts of settling there and writing a book, aren't you?"
"Shaddup! Though one must admit, the hills do tempt the soul."
"Well, what prevents you from shutting down shop and moving on or out?"
"To put it bluntly, have an itch to scratch. Hate to close one phase without some semblance of respectability."
"So you take care of present chores ... and then what?"
"Then nothing. One moves on, ceaselessly"
"What will you do, after moving on?"
"Buy large tracts of land. Have a few ideas about restoring forests, wild life and yet boosting the economy."
"Sorry to say this, but that sounds like well - intentioned horse-crap."
"I agree. In fact, that's what I thought. But there were these people I came across, and we formed a few good ideas on how to structure companies, raise capital, take care of the local politicians and immunize ourselves from external vagaries."
"Great. Then what?"
"Then, we commence building communities. There are a few ways to make money there, and my friends and I believe we can discover them. Apart, of course, from the usual ho-hum ways of seeing land value appreciate."
"But so many have tried before you, with greater enthusiasm, beliefs and resources. And have ended in bitter disappointment."
"I agree, but I'm not exactly looking for results in any particular time-frame. Am looking only to experiment."
"Supposing it clicks, then what?"
"Once we've hit on the right model, we replicate across the board. There are several tracts of land (in other states) I've seen in the last couple of years that I'm keen on buying."
"You're planning on becoming a zamindar?"
"No, not really. Though the thought of being one is frightening."
"Great. Then what?"
"Then what? After all, am only a tourist. I write a book."
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Each time crashing is less painful, each time I realize the joys of flying .... higher