The amber skies look respledent from my window, a perfect backdrop for Ra as he descends once again into the Maut, only to be reborn in all his glory the next morning; one more step in the eternal cycle of life and death, of the cleansing of the past as we embrace a new tomorrow. It's not merely a function of revolution and rotation that has been incontrvertibly proven. Nothing is as simple, or rather as mundane as that.
We are not mute automatons who function within the narrow confines of algortihms. We soar with the eagles in the skies; we descend into the chaos of the teeming oceans; we exult in vistas and panaroma, look ever further towards new horizons; we dance, we sing, we feel, we believe. Life is a glorious all-consuming psychedelic trip, a polychromous trance that intoxicates and exhilarates. It is lover, friend, teacher, philosopher, loving parent, hateful enemy. It is the trees, the mountains, the rivers, the streets, the foods, the flowers, the music, the people, the cultures, the religions, the philosphies. It is an overwhelming melieu that I never ever weary of.
I might be exaggerating. I might be delusional. Who knows? As I sit and look out towards those towering buildings, teeming streets, cars, bikes, buses and monorails, I'm not saddened by the realities behind this polished veneer. There must be pain true, but there would also be hope, a fire burning inside the stomach, a dream in starry eyes. Life is an adventure, a tragedy, a comedy, a romance; it is maddening and unpredictable, torturous and excruciating. But it is also entrancing, enchanting, entrapping, endearing, elevating, enticing. It is an eternal dance in tune with the most exquisite celestial melodies. It is a boon to one and all, no matter how you end up living it.
I'll try and hold on to this feeling. A tough job obviously, for downs are inevitable, but maybe I'd remember and derive some hope from this. It's too beautiful an emotion to waste.
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