Others Exist.
Just like I exist, and you exist. Others exist. Deal with it.
Others want to be free, to follow their own will, to create, to enjoy, to live.
There are finite things in the world. You’ll need to deal with that too. Finite space. Finite food. Finite lovers. Finite resources. Finite things.
If I was a supreme being, a God, who was stronger and smarter and everything-err, than perhaps I’d be able to live my life with complete and utter disregard for others. I’d just do with the world and others as I saw fit. I’d take everything for myself, and only share to a select few who I saw fit.
As you may know though, I am not a God. No one is a God. The whole idea of Godliness is a human invention. In reality, we are imperfect beings. We have capabilities and many incapacities. For every tall man there is the reciprocal. Same for the fat, fast, strong, smart, and healthy man. You get the point( doesn't matter if you don't....fundas alwayz shoot overhead).
Thus, even if I wanted the entire world to be mine, I couldn’t have it all. I’m telling you now, I am selfish, and want to the whole world as my own, but I cannot have it. Not because of my compassion for others, but simply because I am an imperfect being. I cannot do everything I can conceive of.
Instead of failing miserably in my attempt to hoard the world’s finite things, I decide to share. I divide. I let others have theirs, so long as I get mine. I discuss with others the best way to split things. I debate the best ways to do so. I make sure I get a fair deal, but recognize that you want your way. We eventually come to decisions. We create solutions.
There are other options than being able to have everything and sharing evenly. We could have fought it out, perhaps to the death. But for me at least, this is impractical. Most likely I’d have lost, been injured, killed.
The decision to consult with others and share the world is a choice. It is neither a deed nor a duty.
There are no duties. Life is duty-free.
Everything that we do and believe in, we do so because it is our choice.
We believe in god or gods because we want to believe in god, just as we believe in gravity because we want to.
Mainly we believe in things because these beliefs are useful to us. Useful for our individual and collective needs.
This is why I believe in sharing my thoughts by posting. Not because sharing is a duty, or some eternal truth, or a gift from god, but because sharing is useful to me and people as a whole. A sense of belonging.......very sense of BLOGGING!!!
Cheers people...Keep Sharing...!!!
-V!k$
Disclaimer: These words were written out of utter necessity to keep own's mind off from the extensive chaos happening around the writer....undertaking his marathon journey thro the country side....Shared was the space...Shared was the Transport..And Shared is this Blog!!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The Sweet Surrender...!!!
Well this is not exactly what I thot of postn...coz it was rather a reply to one of my friends...but the way it turned out I thot...better paste it here too...for jus beating the ol' habit of writing!!
So here I Go..Yet Again!
The sole of wit…
Prologue:
Once upon a time - when the sun was jus setting in the west, the evening was late, and, as usual, everyone was quite fine and complex - something was unusual about it: someone was SWEET (whatever that means!). ME! 'Jusht imayjin'… I'm sweet, eh! Yeah, the repeated compliment of the kind, you see. Sweet me, I was flattered, as always. Yeah, ecstasy floated in the air, this heart was jumping around, and these fingers – well, they were relentlessly tapping on the keyboard…
Monologue:
Action (3 words) -> "You are sweet," the person said.
Contemplation (145 words) ->
OK, OK, I know that I don't know what that means but I do know that it means something good, something positive, and it's a compliment, eh!
Heard of Newton's third law? It's commonly quoted as "To every action there's an equal and opposite reaction".
This blogger is postulating another law that applies to human affairs: to every action the reaction is in direct proportion to the eccentricity of the object of action.
We are all eccentric, to different degrees though. That's why you find different people reacting differently to the same action. So, considering the eccentricity of this blogger, you might well forget about guessing the reaction.
Brevity is the soul of wit (and that's the tragedy of it…), they say. Verbosity then is the sole of wit, I guess. But you got the soul (or sole?) of it. Didn't you? (You better do!)
Here goes the reaction...My reaction (And I had exactly Two mins)
Reaction---(115 words)-->
I am a sweet fellow, I am. Of comedy or tragedy, I cannot say, come which may for I am HAPPY, that is, in either case – comedy or tragedy. Don't misconstrue me dear caller, misconstrue me not, for I am but a straightforward being and "straight" enough I am.
All the world's a beehive and I am the honey...though sometimes I am described as a Bee..which is altogether a different matter out of scope of this particular blog. (courtesy, I am Fakespeare – the Bard A1).
Hey caller, be not bugged by me for the idiotic "sweetness bug" has bit me (Spiderman 3 -> Sweetman 1, ehh?) and its bite is… well, sweet. I don't want any antivirus softwares for this VIRUS for my Vital Idiotic Resources are Under my Siege, perfectly( this acronym I chanced upon somewhere)
Epilogue:
Yeah caller, listen to the sound of 'shweetness':
Not often do we meet (people who are sweet…)/ People that we do meet
Not often do we hear / Good words…/ Good words about us/ Words that lighten the heart (so much so that it jumps around)/ That nourish the soul (so that it isn't one that terrorizes you in horror movies)/ That activate the dead (Dracula…hmm…?)/ Infuse life into them/ And get them out of their complacent bed/
What we do hear/ Are things that burden the heart/ That impoverish the soul/ That deactivate the live/ Diffuse life out of them/ And get them into their complacent bed/
Out of that bed I am/ Out of complacency I am/
And I know you'd know/ SWEET, I am. :)
To Quote someone: "What's wrong with sweetness and light? It's been around quite a while.”
-Vik$
So here I Go..Yet Again!
The sole of wit…
Prologue:
Once upon a time - when the sun was jus setting in the west, the evening was late, and, as usual, everyone was quite fine and complex - something was unusual about it: someone was SWEET (whatever that means!). ME! 'Jusht imayjin'… I'm sweet, eh! Yeah, the repeated compliment of the kind, you see. Sweet me, I was flattered, as always. Yeah, ecstasy floated in the air, this heart was jumping around, and these fingers – well, they were relentlessly tapping on the keyboard…
Monologue:
Action (3 words) -> "You are sweet," the person said.
Contemplation (145 words) ->
OK, OK, I know that I don't know what that means but I do know that it means something good, something positive, and it's a compliment, eh!
Heard of Newton's third law? It's commonly quoted as "To every action there's an equal and opposite reaction".
This blogger is postulating another law that applies to human affairs: to every action the reaction is in direct proportion to the eccentricity of the object of action.
We are all eccentric, to different degrees though. That's why you find different people reacting differently to the same action. So, considering the eccentricity of this blogger, you might well forget about guessing the reaction.
Brevity is the soul of wit (and that's the tragedy of it…), they say. Verbosity then is the sole of wit, I guess. But you got the soul (or sole?) of it. Didn't you? (You better do!)
Here goes the reaction...My reaction (And I had exactly Two mins)
Reaction---(115 words)-->
I am a sweet fellow, I am. Of comedy or tragedy, I cannot say, come which may for I am HAPPY, that is, in either case – comedy or tragedy. Don't misconstrue me dear caller, misconstrue me not, for I am but a straightforward being and "straight" enough I am.
All the world's a beehive and I am the honey...though sometimes I am described as a Bee..which is altogether a different matter out of scope of this particular blog. (courtesy, I am Fakespeare – the Bard A1).
Hey caller, be not bugged by me for the idiotic "sweetness bug" has bit me (Spiderman 3 -> Sweetman 1, ehh?) and its bite is… well, sweet. I don't want any antivirus softwares for this VIRUS for my Vital Idiotic Resources are Under my Siege, perfectly( this acronym I chanced upon somewhere)
Epilogue:
Yeah caller, listen to the sound of 'shweetness':
Not often do we meet (people who are sweet…)/ People that we do meet
Not often do we hear / Good words…/ Good words about us/ Words that lighten the heart (so much so that it jumps around)/ That nourish the soul (so that it isn't one that terrorizes you in horror movies)/ That activate the dead (Dracula…hmm…?)/ Infuse life into them/ And get them out of their complacent bed/
What we do hear/ Are things that burden the heart/ That impoverish the soul/ That deactivate the live/ Diffuse life out of them/ And get them into their complacent bed/
Out of that bed I am/ Out of complacency I am/
And I know you'd know/ SWEET, I am. :)
To Quote someone: "What's wrong with sweetness and light? It's been around quite a while.”
-Vik$
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