A loner's Ravings

Today discussion revolved around conscience. What exactly is it? Does it exist? If it does, is it a logical entity. Or merely a figment of human despair, trying to cling to such absurdities to explain the unexplainable. The horrors of living in today's world certainly makes the question pertinent. Are all the good that men do expalainable with the mysterious phenomenon called conscience. And all the evil, due to lack thereof? Indeed, is the so called conscience human or superhuman, maybe belonging to the next stage of evolution. I have more to say on this but that will have to wait for a later entry. Interesting. Interesting.

What do you want with me? How have I annoyed you? What changed ? Not the sky, not the earth. Not a blade of grass. All that changed are some chemicals In some individuals.

Over the years I have been privileged to mess many things up, thanks to my status as a loner. Loners have this handicap - the realities of the non-virtual world fall outside our domain,

Till death do us join Share sickness and sorrow And a withered life

The aloof whiteness is no more The flamboyant arrogance grins again The forbidden tree beckons I don't see any creeping things Yet the temptation gains and the battle must go on And on

The woods, the flowers The bizzare clouds Aimless rivers

I breathe the freshness of the world. I see the unbelievable splendour of the skies. The miracle of spring, the austere whiteness of winter. And I wonder, What does this all mean. Surely all this grandeur cannot be for us alone. We do our best to destroy it. But fragility has its own strengths. Strenghts we have yet to fathom. May be there is hope yet.