It is
incredible to think of tremors as cracks in the outline of a trapped mind. For
this reason you may prefer the incredible and hold on to it till it becomes
your ‘self’. Don’t let it surprise you for if you do, a bubble opens up taking
you with it and you float in it. One who is watching you in the bubble notices
you as the bubble and fails to seek you in your pure form open to the
distortions of the mirages of the mind. Association spells trouble, my dear
friend! You would notice it if you tried to look at the tremor and seek refuge
in its unstable moments. That is what all of us are doing right now.
To the extent that the sea opens up and
consumes anything that gets dropped in its arms, you become something of a drop-out
as you are a bubble and can hardly feel the texture of the surface you are
expected to accept as your identity. How can you be someone you cannot
feel for even an instant? Alarming as it may seem, one gives in to the beliefs
of transformations of the bubble as though they were indeed possible. These
transformations can only exist in the realm of learning; a focus that has a
faint resemblance of Nietzsche’s Ubermensch in the light of a learner searching
for a candle in the night. It probably never will be found unless the belief in
question begs to be eliminated. It is a dance through the fire.
Lurking in
every corner is the perennial labor in a sacred delusion that one day
transformations would happen to an absolutely fragile bubble. We are gullible
enough to believe that the bubbles erupting out of outmoded concepts will soon
define the pompous personality of man. The bubble is nothing but a shadow and
so is human personality. They last till a finger pokes into their structure
giving us at least the relief of dropping not as personalities transformed but
as shadows revealed by a distant light.
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