Shh.........

You are faced with a blank canvas. Potential energy. It is up to you to convert all this potential energy into kinetic energy. Where do you get your resources? Look within you. May I speak in first person? Or is this my latent self-centeredness taking over. You have to formulate new words to express almost accurately what you feel. Or you are allowed to modify existing words so that they make more sense to you. Artistic freedom, it is called. You treat few words as you would your lover, always partial to them always thinking of them. But then there are other words that you treat like your mistress, you use them in secret. When you’re sure your beloved words don’t fall out of your mouth and linger in the air just to see that promptly following tem out of your mouth are those damn mistress words. And then there are these sounds that serves better than words. You use them quite often. You have created your own language with just mono syllabic sounds. There are times when these sounds serve you better than those words (lovers and mistress) that they make other words seem redundant. They strip language naked and leave you with little shameless bits of sounds that brazenly replace the more sophisticated and clothed language.

So what language do you speak? Do the fall out of your mouth or are they formed with the invisible patterns that you weave with your hands? Or are they a combination of both? With your eyes serving as punctuation marks?

But the most beautiful of all languages is silence. That lovely eloquent silence. What language can best describe the agony and liberation that death brings? Silence… unnecessary words ruin the rendezvous that lovers hearts and eyes share, silence enhances them. After drowning in emotions, a sweet exquisite pain that brings you untold of maddening bliss born of agony and purity, your friends looks into your eyes. Silence is the most articulate.

Silence is divine proof that we were meant do more and feel more. Silence is a hint to a dimension that is higher and deeper at the same time. Silence is that celestial music to which our spirits dance. Silence is you without your desires. Silence is the dot at the end of this sentence.

Now change the question.

Who is a sinner?

The one who bites of the apple? Seeking knowledge?
And what kind of knowledge is dangerous?
If knowledge can kill, then so can life.
In reality it is in dying that we are truly born.
Not in to the flesh. But as an idea,
a floating mote of dust that lingers on the eyelash of some supreme

Creative force. And then that force smiles.(can divinity smile?)
And then does this divine creative force need human tabulations and

Equivalents to be recognized?
We see that force all around. In the arrogance. In the innocence.
The passion that makes us kill. The same passion that makes us love.
The idea. That’s what we are, we are some divine cosmic idea, floating

In arbitrary isolation. There is no greater calling in your life than

To live it. To realize it. To realize the truth. Your truth. Not to

Validate another's truth;
am I starting to build a new religion? Is that what I am doing?
Am I trying to carve a pedestal for myself?
Aren’t we all vain to the point of thinking that we are Special?
What is this specialty?
Do things like this really matter?
Ultimately if you ask too many questions the answers you get will just be

Some more questions.
The trick, yes there is a trick, is to balance.
Everything depends on equilibrium. The balance of good and evil.
The consequence.
One has to do what one has to do.
The fear is real it is human. Don’t become god.
Being god deprives you of glory, and you were made for Glory.

Quando?

Trust is that malevolent kindness that believing in something gives you.

You seek it awkwardly because there is that part of your childhood that it holds. The childhood that you never knew. And that’s why you seek it,
who is a rational human being?
One who trust?

Who is a cynic?

One who doesn’t?
If that be the case there are none of us in the world who are true to the Definition.
There are questions that are asked so that you distract yourself from

The real truth that you seek.
Once they have managed to keep you pre occupied with questions like

This, then it becomes easier to maintain some semblance of peace.

Is there peace. Or are we just pretending to be peaceful?
We are all seekers. We seek that which we don’t know.
There are no morals in knowledge.
There is only revelations and realization.
The fancy word for it is philosophy.
The common word for it is suffering.
No one suffers more than the philosopher.
We are a sorry lot.
We are the ones that deal with the excreta of humanity and look for

Beauty in it.
And the most startling discovery is the finding of beauty in that

Putrid dungeons of thoughts and words.
Makes one question the questions that we have been asking ourselves.
Perhaps I’m not the first one to ask, perhaps there are have been proud

Insanities that have attempted to decipher the code.

The code that binds and programs everything.
What makes us human is the need...to know.