These are dark times my friends....darkest of the dark. The wizard is a master of black magic. It, which should not be named, enslaves one and all, whom it lays its eyes upon. Few wish for it, few are inclined to it, few are indifferent, few try to delay it, few go down fighting, few are consummated, nevertheless converted. Its power corrupts all who follow it. The fellowship has long been broken and there aint no hobbit. Its power grows.
Symbols were pivotal in the evolution of evolution. And so was ring - melt, cast, cut, hammered, aligned, polished - a physical representation. There is a distinct itchy feeling around it. At times it makes me wonder, is a ring's life-cycle a clue to what is to come? A tiny little seemingly harmless but precious pricey representation, a clear demarcation between the goods and the bads. Strange but power can be held in smallest of things. Rings to control them, rings to rule them, rings to find them, rings to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
I pity stray dogs. For they are considered a menace, diseased, berated for speaking, kept at bay, fended off - a hazard to society. Nevertheless, they live their lives freely, free to roam around, courageous to chase anyone off and chose to extend hospitality to. They find solace in chaos. Surprisingly, we take pride in domesticating born-stray beast with a strap around its neck. A strap to indicate friendliness, a machine to induce ignorance to barks, a signal to offer processed food to, a symbol to represent harmlessness and a reason to extend hospitality to. When it comes to humankind, I pity domesticated animals.
The brain myth is a widely perpetuated urban legend that all humans only make use of a fraction of their brains. Thinking is a good exercise, one matches desires with plausible actions, a real solution to a real problem, an approach to an advancement. It gives immense pleasure to all until the exchange. The thought process wavers, challenged by absence of information, absence of accountable facts. Sometimes, I think its like calculating NPV without any knowledge of future cash flows or rate. One assumes most of it all, finds the solution, but with lesser confidence. The brain is forced to be over utilized, becomes sharper. After three four decades people call it wisdom. As much as I idolize Einstein, I hate his soul for extracting happiness, pinch by pinch, out of every exchange of rings.
I wonder why Athletes are preferred to the geniuses. No the reason is not glamour, no to being hunk, not being a dude, not being healthy, and it aint any mojo either. It is fairly simple, successful athletes take satisfaction in pushing themselves to limits. The only virtue that fetches them great attention. If pushed, an athlete will take that as a challenge, will try best and if fails is appreciated. Bound to a ring, the limits are set way beyond limits, irrespective of the intent or level of effort, the converted fails and is rebuked.
These are dark times my friends....darkest of the dark. But then there is a potential silver lining to look forward to.
Symbols were pivotal in the evolution of evolution. And so was ring - melt, cast, cut, hammered, aligned, polished - a physical representation. There is a distinct itchy feeling around it. At times it makes me wonder, is a ring's life-cycle a clue to what is to come? A tiny little seemingly harmless but precious pricey representation, a clear demarcation between the goods and the bads. Strange but power can be held in smallest of things. Rings to control them, rings to rule them, rings to find them, rings to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
I pity stray dogs. For they are considered a menace, diseased, berated for speaking, kept at bay, fended off - a hazard to society. Nevertheless, they live their lives freely, free to roam around, courageous to chase anyone off and chose to extend hospitality to. They find solace in chaos. Surprisingly, we take pride in domesticating born-stray beast with a strap around its neck. A strap to indicate friendliness, a machine to induce ignorance to barks, a signal to offer processed food to, a symbol to represent harmlessness and a reason to extend hospitality to. When it comes to humankind, I pity domesticated animals.
The brain myth is a widely perpetuated urban legend that all humans only make use of a fraction of their brains. Thinking is a good exercise, one matches desires with plausible actions, a real solution to a real problem, an approach to an advancement. It gives immense pleasure to all until the exchange. The thought process wavers, challenged by absence of information, absence of accountable facts. Sometimes, I think its like calculating NPV without any knowledge of future cash flows or rate. One assumes most of it all, finds the solution, but with lesser confidence. The brain is forced to be over utilized, becomes sharper. After three four decades people call it wisdom. As much as I idolize Einstein, I hate his soul for extracting happiness, pinch by pinch, out of every exchange of rings.
I wonder why Athletes are preferred to the geniuses. No the reason is not glamour, no to being hunk, not being a dude, not being healthy, and it aint any mojo either. It is fairly simple, successful athletes take satisfaction in pushing themselves to limits. The only virtue that fetches them great attention. If pushed, an athlete will take that as a challenge, will try best and if fails is appreciated. Bound to a ring, the limits are set way beyond limits, irrespective of the intent or level of effort, the converted fails and is rebuked.
These are dark times my friends....darkest of the dark. But then there is a potential silver lining to look forward to.
