SCANNING

A long time since I wrote last time. I am increasingly becoming skeptical that anybody will read it. I do not have any misconception as to my ability in impressing people with my writing. I am aware I have my limitations and I do not want to take away anything from it. Is it ever possible to make ornaments with pure gold ? What is the use of pure gold except for giving a sense of illusive commercial value which keep on changing everyday at the whim of an invisible entity called market which conceals many faceless beings. The true value of it comes off when it glitters on a beauty enhancing her beauty and cumulating its value by its usefulness and contribution to the process. This only becomes a reality because of the slight impurity that binds it to make it malleable to  reflect the expression of the craftsman and makes it fit to adorn and beautify the body beautiful. In the world that we populate perhaps purity is too strong to fetch the approval of the discerning - too harsh like the glaring tropical midday sunlight in contrast to the beautiful midnight moonlight, soothing and cool, providing a landscape to the play of light and shade -dim yet expressive. It lends life to the lifeless - madness to the inert. It will be too careless to underestimate the strength of the mild. The strong can only make or break-creating awe and sorrow in its success and failure. It is the mild which tickles one with hope and aspiration. Its malleability allows it to mend without breaking and giving it the strength to survive as the underdog. Its success fills the heart of many  with  exhilaration and spirit to be hopeful - to keep trying irrespective of the weaknesses of human body, mind & spirit for the weak survive where the strong perish. The leaves of grass keeps on dancing when the big trees lay shattered - kissing the dust - in facing the tornado. May be because the weak are more knowledgeable of there weakness and try to optimize there possibilities without stretching too far from there core in the effort to maximize the results. The more you move out of the core, the more vulnerable you grow and as you move too far away enchanted by the siren's song you break the link with the core and get ambushed by the forces lurking unseen for the opportunity. Then you remember the cool and serene safety of the core - assuring and unassuming. It does not demand anything on you. It just wants you to be yourself - with all your impurity and purity, weakness and strength- a discovery of your true identity and organizing your world around it. No covering up, no concealing just plain acceptance of one's true self and building on it to improve and optimize. No pressure to move in any direction save the internal urge to excel. Peaceful and silent, static yet energetic like the electric lamp which shows the light by its own nature without having to do anything. Mundane yet special.         

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