A loner's Ravings

I got that same old question again! How can anyone be lonely in the midst of all the people on earth. I guess it is not possible to explain that to a person who is not part of the "loner" crowd. On second thoughts it is difficult to understand. How indeed can anyone be lonely. How do you explain the loneliness of the soul. The utter despair of these times. You don't get to choose the timeline of your habitation of the earth. I know, this sounds silly. What I just wrote. I will blog the details later.

The bizarre silence of the water stuns me. It is so cool. So warm. So poignant. And so murderous. I can almost see all the lost souls screaming in eternal silence in your womb. And those screams stir the depths of my soul. May be I am part of that crowd. True, I stand on the bank, outside the water. But that is just an accident. I haunt you the way you haunt me. It is only fair that I should do so. After all, why should you punish me so with all this silent uproar? This never ending pain.

A blog a day keeps the tablets away. But there is a problem. Unlike apples, blogging is not easy. Not unless you want to write just anything, that is. I need to get into the habit of blogging every day. But how ! Take a deep breath and blog, uh, Red Queen.

The silence of the muddy water stirred memories lost long ago. How many lives have you taken?

He spent much time wondering just how big Big is. After years of contemplation on this topic he concluded Big is too big for him to think meaningfully about anymore. So instead he asked himself how small is Small. He reasoned that like temperature there has to be some kind of lower limit to how small something can get, even if there is no upper limit on Big. He looked deeper and deeper into the meaning of small and realized he had no idea about that either. He spent a good deal of time reading what the masters had written on Big and Small. Then he realized, they had no idea either. So now his problem became different. If one cannot comprehend either the very Big or the very Small, then what can one comprehend, except that which is hopelessly sundry, hopelessly commonplace and mundane. Such as life. Or death. Or happiness and sorrow. Or even loneliness. Does happiness have a structure? Or sorrow for that matter. Sure, they are chemical transmissions in the brain of humans and may be som...

The dreams keep on coming. I wish I could shut them out. Unlike Plato I don't think I have any confusion about what is reality and what is a dream. I know that life is a dream, a bad dream. Maybe I should be trying to shut reality out! Not the dreams. By the way, does Infinity have magnitude.

Is theology a contardiction in terms ? Is it possible for a mere mortal to study God. I wonder, like so many before me, how any one can be arrogant enough to think that God, if it exists, can be comprehended by man. I woud have thought that by definition God is incomprehensible. So any study in that direction is futile and bound to fail.