Mirror

What do you think of, when you think of a mirror? Reflection? Glass? Your face? Your self? Rectangle? Oval? Or any personal stories relating to any mirror? Well even though we are all the same, we have different perspectives and that makes us unique, maybe we look at mirrors in different ways. 

The mirror doesn't do anything, its job is just to show what there is. If the mirror is not manipulated, it just reflects the truth, the reality, of things that exist. Sometimes when I look at the mirror, I see nothing, and sometimes I feel, I want to see Buddha there, but its a mirror, it cannot be manipulated, so its just a possibility, just an imagination. And then I think can I become a mirror? In the sense, can I stay there and be a reflection of reality and never be manipulated or falsified ? And will that be a life to live by becoming a mirror? Being like a mirror maybe sometimes means that you show people the reality and the truth, whether they like it or not. Because truth is truth, that is why it is the truth. And maybe that is why people break mirrors because they cannot take reality easily. Instead of changing their false obligations and views, they change the mirror instead. And what can the mirror do, but to be broken? But the mirror can be a weapon when it breaks down, can cut hard. When it is showing the truth, it is calm and silent, just shows the reality, but when it is broken, it's pieces can hurt and then it divides into many mirrors, like a hologram. and when a person looks at the broken mirror, it can see many reflections of itself. So why to break a mirror, instead of breaking the clutches of falsehood that prevents you to see the truth of your better and worse self? What have we gained, if we cannot even see that beauty in the mirror? We gain nothing. 

And if the mirror is not there, then can you ever improve yourself? Can you ever know what is right or wrong in you? So, how do you find the mirror to your soul? A mirror that shows the real you, the real self. Where can it be found? Where is that mirror that shows white and black of the heart? Where is that mirror that shows the reflection of the soul? Possible to get? Strangely Impossible I guess. But that should be possible, isn't it? We keep on getting strange mirrors that aim to show reflection of the soul. Sometimes, people behave like they are the mirrors, sometimes words, sometimes experiences, sometimes mind, sometimes heart, sometimes nothing. That mirror is so scarce, the mirror that shows your soul to you, no matter how it is. But even if we find that mirror, will we believe it? Will we value it? Will we be gratified by its truth? Human nature is tricky, isn't it? 

Till I find it, O dear Mirror, I'll miss you. Don't know what will I do after I find you, but one thing I can promise, I'll use this separation time to make myself stronger to face the reality that you might show me. I am excited.

The Thing

The Thing

It was all joy, the ten year old had just won an art competition, in which he had drawn a tree which gave universes instead of fruits. He was wondering how he got the inspiration to make the art and was kicking stones as he walked along. He was now thinking about making a more detailed version of the art. The tree was not so big, just the size of an average banyan tree and when the tree gave fruits, they were all galaxies. He imagined the galaxy to be just the size of a mango and it had all the solar systems, the sun, the moon, the stars, the black holes, comets, meteorites, planets and the constellations. He was smiling along, he remembered the words of praises he received when he won the competition, that how amazing he was to be such brilliant at such a small age. Then he stumbled into something. He looked ahead, but his vision was blocked. At first he thought he saw a big giant seven feet potato blocking his way. The sun shone on the top of the potato figure and he had that awe moment. Then he got his steps back and again saw it carefully, it was a giant brown stone. The stone was strange, it had a beautiful glow around it, and had reflective surface. He could see his awestruck face as he got nearer to it. He felt as if it was alive when he went nearer. He gained some courage and then tried to touch the thing, but he saw a man running away from just behind the stone, and was yelling not to touch the stone. So he backed away. The stone was on the side of the road, just blocking the path for pedestrians. He just kept on staring at the stone, for he had never seen anything like it and as he saw its fractals, he remembered the universes he madeThere was a life like , and thought that the stone is a meteorite that came from outer-space and has brought all the universes with it. He quickly ran towards his house to get his camera. But by the time he came back, there was a different story there.
A big crowd had gathered around the stone, and children were shouting to touch their Barba Papa. It was chaos there. He quickly started to search a place for a good photographic angle for his meteorite. When he finally found a place, there was another photographer already there. He said smiling, “This is a symbol of peace.” There was so much noise and rush there, it was amazing to see that this guy found peace in that stone. He heard some excited voices coming from behind him. They seemed to be a group of teachers and students. They were discussing that the phenomenon had happened from another dimension. That piece of unknown particle was the key to understanding the universe, they said that it knew that it was being observed and that they might or might not be destroying the wave-function, as it changed the color of its surface as they took its photograph and the photograph showed the conscious state of the photographer. They even game a name, “Eurekatron”. They were trying to approach the stone, to take a sample to the lab, but a large crowd of people chanting prayers came and surrounded the now, Eurekatron. They declared that it was now a property of a religious organization, as it has some divine powers which were foretold. They said that by touching the divine stone, one of the persons got healed of cancer. Now, the environment went crazy, now everyone wanted a chunk of it. Everyone was running like crazy. And finally cops arrived and started throwing water to the crowd to settle them. Finally there was no one around the thing.
The stone remained there alone and silent. It was shining with a beautiful glow after it was soaked with water that was thrown to settle the mob. The policemen were awestruck to see the thing glow with unparalleled brilliance. They called for a crane to take the thing away to the National Geological Laboratory. The crane tried to lift the thing, but it just could not lift it. They tried hard, they brought another crane, but they just could not lift it. Then finally after many trials, it made some movement. But it was all it did, and again no one was able to move it. They tried to dig around it but the area around it had become like concrete. Everyone had given up, but slowly the crane was able to lift it up very easily. A man patted the head of police from behind and said, “It can read your mind, just think that you can lift it up.” The guy with white fuzzy hair was a renowned psychologist whom the policeman quickly recognized.
The thing was now shown live on every TV station, but every station described and showed the thing differently. The same thing, on different channels, were different in shape, size and colour. The whole world was glued to the TV screen. The thing suddenly was an international celebrity. Finally it reached the facility. The geological department called for expertise from every field for an emergency meeting. It was decided that the thing would be kept there in the laboratory and would not be examined for some time. Everyone was skeptical about it as no one knew what it was. As it was now a global citizen, they did not want to rush and do something foolish, after all it was Eurekatron, but again they had to answer the impatient world. It was impossible not to observe the thing, no one saw it physically, but their thoughts were always observing it. After three days, when they opened the door to see it, it had become smaller. Now they urged the world to think good about the thing and save it from vanishing. But again it became smaller. Now the experts had to make a choice, do they start dissecting it or just see it getting vanished. So they decided to get samples from the thing and see what it really was. When they approached the thing, it had now grown bigger. They took the samples and divided it to the experts of every field. No one had the slightest clue of what it was? There was nothing inside it, it was just space. It was as if it was a big ball of energy with no mass. Chemists confirmed that it was an element which was never been discovered before, the head chemist named it Michaelogen. Doctors said that it had neuron like structures but it was far beyond their comprehension. Geologists believed that it was a rock from outer space. Their samples kept on vanishing as they did tests on it, but the thing kept on getting bigger and bigger. So after months of vigorous testing, no one could find out anything. No one had the simplest clue, now even theories were stopping, as it failed the next second. It was declared impossible to know it.
In those few months, the world had settled down, there were no wars around, there was no poverty, there were no people with big thick solitary angry heads, there were no diseases, there was just beautiful calmness around the whole world. People knew who they were, they knew their destiny, they knew themselves. The world was totally chaos free. There was no rush, it was just smooth. People knew what to do, and it was done, they did not want anything, if they wanted it was fulfilled, and they knew what they were supposed to want and they enjoyed it. And all this time the thing was glowing and growing and a scientist now, yes the same artist, was busy testing it, he looked deeper and deeper into it, it was the thousandth time he was doing the same task, he kept on getting deeper and deeper, finally the instrument reached its threshold. He just hoped it went just more deeper and suddenly it went deeper, he was awestruck, now he believed that it worked, he kept on examining deeper, and finally he saw something, it was the sample of the thing, he examined deeper, again the same sample, he kept on doing the same for very long and finally he saw something which made his eyes wide open with immense revelation, he saw himself examining the sample.

Touched by God

When Shri Nanaka got realized, people say that he was touched by God. He glowed like the sun and radiated love like the moon.

How great would it be, to be touched by God? When you are in total presence of God and you know that it's real, that it's happening. Wouldn't it be great to totally realize God, totally find Him, totally love Him, totally respect Him, totally care for Him and totally know Him? It will be the day to live when you are touched by God. Just a mere twitch in the consciousness and there you are, amazingly close to then never before. You know not, what it is but you know at that moment that it is nothing else but Him. There are no comparisons, no similarities; nothing resembles the feeling, that's why it's just an experience that explains. It's like telepathy, without saying anything too, you know what is being conveyed.

Can you think of a time you were extremely happy? Extremely happy? So happy that you forgot yourself? If not, you'll soon. If yes, then imagine multiplying that happiness a trillion times, can you? I can't, to be honest. But the magnitude is to be felt and realized. It's an individual experience to have, but in the end, all the experience is the same. The amount of compassion and love that fills up in the heart is unmanageable, sometimes, love just pours up from the eyes and sometimes you feel so beautifully heavy that you cry loud with Joy. And yet, you are very silent, so silent that you are always with Him. Compassionate silence defines Him the most. But I can't bind Him with my small little tiny combination of letters, He's big. He's so big and yet he can stay comfortably in my heart. My heart can't be so big but it was Him who was compassionate to stay in my tiny heart.

Eyes laugh with Joy, and Heart, it pours only compassion, brain becomes totally settled and everywhere you see, its just joy, pure joy. The world suddenly seems very big and in that big world, you see Him, totally silent and joyous. It's very amazing to see that words are missing because it is now totally understandable why people could not describe more, they were busy being totally drenched in Joy. No joy compares it and you don't know how much it may last, so as far as you can, you just experience it. And that experience happens in another plane, so maybe the grammar and language of that plane doesn't do much justice to the language of this plane. When you are elaborating joy, it's a very difficult task. If you are happy of something, then you can describe the reason of happiness, things that led to that joy and the outcome. But when you are amazingly joyous for no reason at all, then what do you elaborate? Can you stretch a rubber which doesn't exist?

When time is just time, and nothing else, then the era of joy begins. When time has nothing else attached with it, then starts the real joy of living. When Absolute Joy, Love, Compassion and Satisfaction mix together to give something with amazingly indescribable brilliance, then starts the true existential justification. Is there a life, if you have not lived to its full potential? When time becomes absolute joy, then it becomes the actual justification of existence. Time ceases to function as its busy being joyous.

The instant, time is dissolved in joy, and then it is the actual beginning of the beginning. When consciousness only functions joy, then starts Absolute Compassion and that compassion is fully for that absolute joy.

I

It feels sometimes strange to know that every individual is so much different; every person who lived and will live is different from each other. At this instant, 2009, we are about six billion people. Well we were not so much ever. So given that a generation lasts, in average, about 50 years, and if in average each generation has about three billion people, then we have about 120 billion people since Christ. That's a lot of human beings, a lot. How many humans do we connect to in our active live- relatives, friends, friends of friends, relatives of relatives, colleagues, teachers, neighbors, and so on and on. Well, how many people do we connect to or know, to some extent, in our lives? A 1000 of them, maybe a maximum of about 5000. Let us keep an average of 1000 people. I know Obama is the American President but I do not know him, and so doesn't he. So, among them how may of them really matter? Maybe 10-20 or even less, 3-5. Well, sometimes, it comes down to just a single count. Me or I..... I. Well for some people, it's a very important word, for some it's a very funny letter, for some it's a very depressing word, for some, well, for many it's the way of life.

Just the ninth letter of the English alphabet, and it rules the world. I rules the world. A single I combines with similar I's and makes a community I, a group I and then a country I. And sometimes, when they see an alien movie, an earth I. And sometimes, when you need to help someone, I becomes You, only sometimes becomes a We, that too for the sake of I, not for You or for We in a true sense. When a baby gets born, there is no I. And one day, I comes to visit him. I tempts the, now, so called, grown-up baby. The grown up is lured into many delicacies like my, mine, me. Further with time, it gives bonuses of possession, belonging. But it also gives action, and urge. Gradually I becomes his best friend. He doesn't roam around with anyone, but I. Even if he's with anyone, he's with I. He hallucinates and dreams of only I. Then, I gives him a Christmas offer - Hate, Lust, Greed and Sin. And all these offers he sees as Protection, Love, Responsibility and Power. Gradually he becomes combined to I, so much so that there remains no difference. He recognizes himself with I and nothing else. It becomes like an obligation for survival. His songs sing praises of I, and his needs and wants become Superlative. With this misidentification of false I, he totally forgets Iself. The same Iself with which he used to laugh and cheer when he saw a bird flying, sun rising gently, or tides touching his feet. He doesn't even remember the time when Iself taught him to be happy, that happiness which twinkles in the eyes. But rather, he sees that happiness in the Power of I or the Lust of I.

And one day he gets really tired. Then he tries to call I, but he's not available. He becomes sick, and I doesn't answer. He gets into a lot of trouble, he cries for I to help. But no answers arrive, just silence which haunts like the realization of his greatest phobia. Then out of desperation, he starts to hate I, in this course, he starts hating Iself, mistaking Iself for I. He gives troubles to Iself thinking that he's troubling I but he doesn't realize that he's hurting Iself very much. Finally out of desperation, he tries to consult We, but he finds out that We also was a combination of I, just like a shiny diamond necklace, where no diamond knew harmony, but did shine. All this while Islef was trying to communicate with him or to arrange meetings with We, he knew would help. But he would neglect every signals. And one day Iself gathered all its powers and called I. Initially I did not come but after some time I came. It came with all his powers of hatred, lust, domination. But this time Iself was prepared. When he saw him coming, he just remained silent and with it made him also silent. He did not move at all. I came and launched a full attack form every possible angle he could. But he did not react, cause, he was silent and this silence Iself gave him. I tried everything and finally gave up. And as I was leaving, Islef opens itself and asks him to call I. Then when he called I, I came back, but this time, with his power of action and just action, nothing else.

Shri Hanumana

A thousand salutations. I cannot humble more. I cannot even rise more. I do not know if I was born, ever, or am I to you, to be in you, your arms and shine in your eyes. Immortals perish, eras end, universe comes to a rest, you stay, stay in the essence, of me, you, we all, and the universe that just rested. The completeness in your eyes, the art of its strength, and the calm of its patience, dissolves the I. Such loyalty, such faith, a compare to none, only you, the mighty, the whole you, a jewel you. Rising, you as truth, as I sings your forgiveness. The I, not me, the I, me, minus I, the core, the essence, the existence of none. I longs your love and then waits to be you, you and you who prevail.

Contained, precise, a dictionary of its own, wisdom of its own origin and truth like the nothing, spread like universe and light like space, your praise echoes like the pulsations of the planet, the light of the core and like the corridor of completenss. Was it, now, is it now, or will it be now that I won’t be born again, you firm your essence from the heart of the Lord, from the care of Love and souls of heaven.

Be I not in play, nor in false, neither in nor, nor in neither, in your essence, in your all.

Who…?

I was resting in my garden, just throwing my body in the grass, closing my eyes and just resting like I was nowhere. I could feel the beautiful flowers around me, and the occasional brushing of breeze was very pleasing. Then I felt something around me, something ran around me, and then stopped in front of me. I opened my eyes and sit hastily and was amazed to see a big man in front of me. He was a huge man, he was about 7 feet tall and wore a long white colour robe. He had long grey hair, and had such a beautiful smile. He was smiling at me and looked as if I was in his family. I was very confused, I could not ask anything, I was clueless, and then he nodded his head, then I suddenly with a rush spoke, ‘Who are you and how did you come here?’ He smiled again and then said, ‘Everyone knows me, you also know me.’ I was very confused, very jumbled up, very weird. There was a bucket, some metres away, in which water was filling up from a tap, but amazingly the tap was open, the bucket was full, but still the water was not overflowing. We looked at the bucket and then looked at me, then nodded his head again, then the water started to overflow. He looked at me again, then said in a very friendly voice, ‘So, you wanted to know my name..’

I was very terrified at this moment, I was feeling very thirsty, perspiring, I said nothing, just looked at him. He then said, ‘You see this flower.’ I looked at the flower, and then again looked at him. He touched the flower, then the flower suddenly began to wither, the red flower became pale and in no time, fell to the ground. I was very terrified this moment, very afraid. ‘Don’t be afraid son, don’t be.’, he said.
‘Who are you? Are you some magician, or some kind of …… ’
‘So you still haven’t recognized me.’
‘No, are you God or some kind of a devil, what are you, who are you.’

‘Hahaha….’, he smiled like an accomplished poet, and then said, ‘Well, humans give me many names, I am no God, nor am I a devil, but I am both as well. Sometimes I am potrayed as God and sometimes devil.’ He moved his hand towards me, and then touched me on my forehead, I got so terrified that I started to crawl away from him. He did this so swiftly that I could not get time to run away. Looking at this, he burst into a big laughter. And said, ‘Ahh…… humans.’ I then stopped and looked at him. He stood up still and the spread his hands wide and then vanished just like that.

I did not know what to do, I was very afraid, what would I be like, what will happen to me, he had touched me, will I wither like that flower, will I end? I was very terrified, then I looked at that flower, it was gone. There was a small plant there, at the place where the flower fell, and then I again looked at the place from which the flower had fallen off, there was amazingly a new, very marvelously beautiful flower.

Idol

A cup of coffee doesn’t solve any problem. Also there is no harm in having one. How this global crisis is going to be solved? Who has the answer to this problem? So many things are happening so fast around us that we need to see below us, if the land remains. It’s as if we are moving on an escalator. Things are happening so rapidly and spontaneously. Let us group, flow some networks, look for corporate contacts, aim for a higher feedback, big salary, big profit, large futures, dream a holiday and dream a celebrity status. Are we done? There’s no point living a pessimistic life, and also there’s no point living an aimless life.

Isn’t it time that, we assessed ourselves? When will this discomfort of the society be solved? They say they have problems only in the poorer countries. Does this mean the richer ones live in heaven? Is a bath in diamonds and salvation in sex, the ultimate? Never. So, what does a poor county learn from these all? What example does a father give to his son, in different walks of life? Does he encourage his child to become like a Noble Prize Laureate, or a Rap star, a successful footballer, the Secretary of the United Nations or the President of America, a great scientist, a philosopher, a visionary, an actor, a model, a business tycoon? Whom does he look for, to make an idol for his children? Do any of them satisfy the need of a father? Maybe some do, maybe all of them do. Who’s there who can inspire you? An image which can make you feel that you have a part to play. A person who can sow a seed of gratitude and humility to do things the right way, the way it needs to be done. Is there any human alive this day, who can inspire you to live a life where you never wanted more? A life full of present. A life in which you do not need to grief about the past and never cry about the future. A person, who can show you the right way, the way to a life of beauty and love. And, of course, these days love and sex are used as synonyms, isn’t this a sign of something really strange, humans behaving like animals? So, who can be a leader to tame these animals? Who is there, who can teach humans to love again? And that, the love is all justified. Is there a human alive this present day, whose love is all justified, whose life is all justified, whose vision is all clear and powerful?

I go to find an icon in the history, whom I can say, is an idol. I person whom I can proudly say, I want to be like him, or a person I can suggest to a Father. The World history is full of icons. And not all are humans; some are angels and devils of the myths and some even God. Of course, we do not know if an angel or a God exist, but looking at the present scenario of the globe, one really thinks that devil does exist. Devil, in the form of all the mishaps and ills that is going on around the world. So, I need to make sure that I do not pick a devil from the pages of history. So where do I start from? Ahh, Prehistory.

Men were uncivilized beings then. They lived together but had no society. They slowly discovered wheels, fire, cooked food, made homes and some clothes made out of feather and leaves. It’s funny to see fashion industry still endorsing those leaves, what great respect to our ancient past! So, is he the idol, the one who first discovered fire, or clothing, or cooked food? Perhaps, he is. Hadn’t it been for him, we would still be hanging in trees and killing rabbits and deers, even mammoths, perhaps, for raw meat. So, what I get from him now? I can’t apply his theories of cooking food and wheels and fire today. He was radical. He taught people how to look for ideas, how to think for a better living, how to protect your body and how to eat better food and how to get shelter. He was farsighted, so he taught his son to work for community, as community was just a concept, then, which was near to be in practice. So, I say to a father, make your son radical, a person who works for others. Tell your son to analyze his necessities well and find a solution which works well, for all his community.

Then, men needed a community, they started farming, they kept animals, and had social gatherings. They started to analyze their necessities and together they lived. So, to live even better, they needed some rules, some rules of living. Similarly, people began to know how to trade, and how to establish relations between another human. But they were still brutal. Brutal in living, and thoughts. With trade and business came greed, and lust took bigger shape. So people became even more brutal. People were made slaves and treated like animals, sometimes by humans and sometimes by their own brains. They were living an unorganized life, not knowing what to do? So, now and then came a visionary who taught them how to live, how to be a human, how to get the most out of their livings?

While talking about the idols, while running through the human history, we find so many influential figures and icons. Let’s attempt to talk about the impact they made in a humane basis. All trying to lead us towards a happier and evolved state. So, the search for an idol went through many biographies and myths, many wars, and social conflicts, many tragedies and solutions, many religions and experiences.

It analyzed the Sainthood and Detachment of the 10,000 B.C King Janaka from the Hindu epic Ramayana, also the bravery, self-discipline and love of a true King, a true Son, King Rama, of the same era. The love and deed of a true Mother and a true wife was reflected by the same King’s wife, Sita. An ideal friend was played by Hanumana and an ideal brother by, Laxman. And then there was another King, Krishna, from the epic Mahabharata, who taught to be a witness to this Worldy happenings and how one should always complete his humane purpose, by his teachings in the epic Geeta, at about 6000 B.C. There was Moses, who taught human to fight against bad. And with him came the ways of living for all. The way he fought against slavery, was so brave and worth mentioning. His ten commandments, now become a basis of good living and many laws. Then was, Socrates who taught humans to analyze, and think, and explore. Though he welcomed death with his open arms, he died telling us to analyze. Also there was Zarathrustha, who respected females as the teachers of nobility and purity, and asked men to rise in morality by these teachings. Again, there was Confucius, who taught to live in fairness, modesty, wisdom, sincerity and well-wishing. There was Lao-Tse who always preached about action through inaction, and told to good everybody. There was Abraham who was so well- known for his benevolence, and always treated humans like precious jewel, and also there was Prophet Mohammed, who taught humans to feel the pain of another human and treat all equally. We have Jesus Christ, who through his forgiveness and love, taught us all to kill all our ego and live a saintly life. Again, there were Gautam Buddha and Mahabir, both of whom lived the life of a Sanyashi, leaving the pleasures of palace and preached about self-detachment, non-violence and forgiveness. We cannot forget Guru Nanaka, who always preached about equality in all religions.

And there was Alexander, the great, an icon of bravery and self-confidence. There were Archimedes and Plato, who influenced us towards scientific approach to life. Chanakya, minister to a Maurian King of the Maurya empire, so vastly known for his politics and intellect. We also know about Genghis Khan, the powerful Mongol King, whose empire conquered all Asia. We all praise Michangelo and Leonardo da Vinci for their creativity and versatility. We cannot forget Albert Einstein for his theory of relativity, Newton for gravity, Edison for his thousand inventions, Alfred Nobel for dynamite and the Nobel Prize, Jung for his psychoanalytical success, Freud for his sexual interpretation of the psyche, Hitler and Napolean for their bloodshed, Shakespeare for his powerful and fine dramas and poems and Babbage for his mechanical computer and Darwin for his evolutionary theory, Marx for this theories, Mahatma Gandhi for his simplicity and great inspirations. Our world is shaped by so many different categories fo people. There are so many of them, these icons, in history, who have constantly shaped the path of history and the fete of mankind and has now become a basis for the future human.

Bill Gates earned a lot, Pele hit so many goals, Jordon did many baskets, Ambani and Mittal grew great, China is betting for the economical leader, U.S wants control, some are dying for religion, some for nothing, many are depressed, many do not bother a bit, some enjoy in everything, and are in perfect control, NASA wants to go to Mars now, some are investing on green future, others are hoping they do so, all teenagers want to become like the person they see in television, television are showing whatever they like, internet is getting very crowded, so is the earth, but the forests are not, neither is love, Mayan calendar ends on 2012, we are in Kali Yuga of Hindu mythology, world economy is getting very unstable, climate is changing, so are people’s priorities, hate is increasing and so is the global temperature, earth is an island, the space station is in the space, world leaders are having groups, some are pretending, some are sane, some are not, humans want a change, so does the fox in the zoo, Africa is hungry, so is the Lion, water levels are rising, so is the temper, rich are enjoying their monopoly, not the poor, their poverty, Newsweek has plenty of news, Iraq is all the same, politicians can’t be trusted, so can’t be the baboon, skin is selling a ton, naked and in action, parents are confused, children are never burdened more ever, Branson wants to go to space, Obama is fighting, Abraham Lincoln and Kennedy share a mystery, it’s difficult to remove a tattoo, so is fear, habit and loss, there is energy crisis, so was it before industrial revolution, scandals are in the news, so is cancer and aids, humans are getting tired, scientists are growing, people want peace, more want pleasure, some death, middle east is very rich, there’s great competition, people want money, people spend so many, some tribes in brazil threw weapons to helicopters, people are still dying a natural death, blood is still red, people still don’t know if God exists, String theory is on the rise, so are killings everywhere, fantasy movies are ruling their business, specific movies for specific viewers are being popularized, video games include bigger, ruthless creatures, people are working days and nights for peace, for loneliness and for lust, humans were wilder then, now they are in clothes, but still the same, some know how to impress, some don’t, people want love, NGOs are INGOs are advertising more, people are teaching people to look for destiny, some are true, some just fake, some got the truth they searched, some wasted till death, there are more diseases than cures, some are cured miraculously, some are lucky, some aren’t.

The list goes on increasing, and will never stop, never, because human mind never stops, it always searches. It always searches for another stop, and stays for a time being and then tries to find another, no matter, if it takes centuries. So, what did I gain from this all? Did I get an idol from this search? I came to realize that, we are in a great state of evolution. We have passed so many years of human civilization and only recently has so many things happened so fast. So, it has now more emphasized my thought of assessing ourselves even more better. Are we running away from truth? I fear. So, I cannot really find an idol, because each individual is an individual, I conclude. He has his own role to play in the path of evolution. It would have been a different history if Shakespeare killed like Hitler and Alexander preached like Confucius. Each individual is a part of evolution and has a work to do. There might be some whose theories were questioned, and some whose falsity ruled, but they all played a part. Maybe, it’s what they were destined for. So, I ask a father to ask his son to search his own way out, of this trauma. I suggest him to make his son capable of judging right, in this vast field full of idols. Do not choose an idol, right away. So, the father has to give his son this ability to analyze and the son has to develop a longing towards a quest. A quest, that can be of anything, but he needs to have wisdom, to look at a thing from every perceivable angle, even happiness, even God! Only then can he become a human, and it is how he can grow, and see reality on true colour. You never know, this young boy can be the next idol!