More than Words !

Dear love, You are my existential pendant. Not of the external but of the core, of the heart and of the being. Do you know, pendant and appendage comes from the same root word, 'Pendere' which means to hang. Not as the external but as the internal. Something which is grooved inside the roots. Do you know Pendere, comes from the root word 'Pen' which means to draw or sketch. I am drawing myself in your being. You are painting yourself in me. We are slowly being one, and flying to the edge of infinity. Do you know Pen, comes from the word 'Penna' which means wings. And you my love certainly give me wings. So I can certainly say, Pen pens the pinnacle of hope, of love, of possibility. And for lovers anything is possible. Because no probability is greater than the bond of infinite intensity. And our love is intense, its elegant and importantly awesomazing. YUGEN

The altar of humanity goes through  the constant process of alteration.  The ruins of the past shape the fertile soil  to the evolution of future.  McKenna is very correct,  when he says that the universe is a  novelty producing machine.  The fire of life, the art of being cannot cease to exist.  It will preserve itself  even in the void of nothingness.  And it shall rise as the phoenix,  in the molecular structure of matter.  And of consciousness.  The universe writes itself  in the essential resources of continuation.  And by that process, creates an entirely  new dimension of life.  Life in that way,  is the intelligence of universe.  And it has no boundaries whatsoever,  it goes on and on and on.  Most of the ancient schools of mysteries  define the universe as a continuous cycle  of evolution and involution.  And as human beings,  we are vested with the quality of imagination,  we can breakthrough from our own 

Pandora is possibly the most mysterious of all characters in the Greek mythology. Hephaestus, by the order of Zeus created Pandora out of earth and water. Sort of life evolving in the Darwinian theory. Pandora was gifted by the gods. Aphrodite bestowed her beauty. Apollo gave her the musical abilities, Athena wrapped her with best clothes and Hermes gave her the power of speech. Pandora was complete. Pandora was real and authentic. Zeus gifted Pandora a box. A box that could penetrate the reality of fear and love. For Zeus, it was a box to test humanity. Zeus told Pandora never to open it. But she couldn't not open it. She was gifted curiosity by the gods. And when she did, all the world was flooded with disappointment and horror. But at the bottom of the box was Elpis, the spirit of hope. And because of that one thing. That spirit of hope, humanity survived the test. They grew stronger. I feel,

Imagination lets us travel the elaborate vistas of space which consists of all astral matters and spirits. The universe is the great skeleton of man. We move with the conscious thrill and majesty of the cosmos, and all its mystery. And we are flung through time and space.  We are throbbing consciously, if not unconsciously through the channels, veins and neurons of the eternal void. Our imagination lets us explore the incomprehensible elasticity and the whole. Imagination is the full-blown growth of the unknown and invisible into the realm of novelty and beauty. 

In 1956, Colin Wilson published a book called 'The Outsider'. Which I feel is a book that everyone must read and re-read. Wilson explains of a feeling that arouse in him on a Christmas Day during 1954 where he felt that he was a character out of so many fictions. And his own identity was in an utter isolation. The Outsider explores the psyche where we find ourselves in a sense of dislocation, or not in harmony with the context but at odds with the society.  Wilson explores many character from other well known piece of literature. Where the characters are given the premise of deeply insightful and lucid experience, which are shared and meaningful during the time of nihilism or gloominess. Jean Paul Sartre's philosophical novel Nausea also explores a similar context when the hero listens to a song in a cafe, which for a short time lifts him up, lifts his spirit but the context in an overall plot is not normalized.  The book is not shuttle but very expressiv

I am endorphin's bookshelf of memories  turning abruptly toward a defeat that in no way wins despite of the mouse   falling in love with the beautiful squirrel.   Life is the wildest ride. And the mouse is bound to the extremes   of apocalypse. The squirrel is a precious cause.   And mouse is the burning fire of Roman empire, converting to   ashes of hopes and helplessness.   Ceaser loved Cleopetra, like no one else ever could.   And the mouse loves the squirrel,   like Ceaser never could.