As if these living days are a fictional account in someone's schizophrenic head, and there is no respite from the constant story-telling, and how the players suffer… the sheer idiocy and myopia of a billion of such heads…
The travails of this world are due to stupidity and ignorance. Might be, stupidity due to ignorance. They say, every single person is fighting their own battle of life. But in reality, most of us are only fighting our own obsession over ourselves - our conditioned ideas, opinions, needs and dreams, our weaknesses, fears and insecurities.
How we ache to be free, and how we constantly imprison ourselves in chains of our own creation...
Liberation is so near, and yet so far. How have we managed to come this far, chained as we are..? Or, have these chains become part of our species that burden us with its rusted heavy metal...
