Being Silly

This big world is such a small world. Like a circle.
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The Passion is The Key

There is so much of brilliance in this world that I'm feeling smaller than a dot.
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View from a G9

It's evening. Grey clouds in the sky and just a hint of soft breeze. Sun setting, light orange light scattered.
A path splayed with violets leading to a garden with trees with a bench in between. The leaves swaying with the breeze with soft crackling sound making the small dry leaves fall down softly giving raining gold leaves effect.
Beautiful.
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Location: Mekhri.
Merging two places with my bench. :)

B-E-A-utiful

Because no one listens anymore.
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A passage which can be generalized:

"We have familiar experience of the order, the constancy, the perpetual renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory as is every part of it, restless and migratory as are its elements, still it abides. It is bound together by a law of permanence, and though it is ever dying, it is ever coming back to life again. Dissolution does but give birth to fresh modes of organization, and one death is the parent of a thousand lives. Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony of how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole. It is like an image on the waters, which is ever the same, though the waters ever flow. The sun sinks to rise again, the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched. Spring passes into summer, and through summer and autumn into winter, only the more surely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph over that grave towards which it resolutely hastened from its first hour. We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to wither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair"

-The Exorcist by William Peter Blattey

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The World

When I said I don't really care about the world, I guess I meant what it says about me. Probably because it doesn't care what I say either. When I literally look at the world, what all is going on, it all looks shattered. As if everything is wrong in this world. Nature, thinking, philosophy, power, everything gone wrong. And it is so frustrating, because directly, indirectly it does have some effect on me.Nothing seems right.

But then there are some steps, which seems like a step towards something better. A step to stand up to their rights and stand up for themselves. That is a small reassurance.
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