021209 - Grasp

Who would have thunk that Fall in New York would be so delightfully chilling.. but it is.. the ‘snow storm’ that came and went left its vestige behind.. the snow.. which adamantly sticks on to pavements, brownstones, cars, fire escapes and the omnipotent water towers.. a taste of more deliciously delirious snow storms ahead.. one can only hope..

In the meanwhile we bundle up and bundle down, dress up and dress down, work less and dream more, drink up and drink deep and think profound thoughts of what is not and what is yet to Be.. after all the Earth and the Sun would have us think that it is another Ending and another Beginning.. ah!.. those resolutions we have to start thinking of and working On.. One wonders whether it would make any difference if One tried correcting course Mid Way.. would that be too Early.. or too Soon.. after all there is no pleasure to be sought from something finished and perfect.. what a terrible terrible destiny.. such as with the Gods.. probably why they need the Demons to balance out.. in the Hindu pantheon at least, it makes One appreciate Krishna a lot more.. he ended up dictating an entire book on the Right Path while keeping his devilishness intact.. what do You call that.. PR?

Terrifying though, how the Devil has let loose in the most moderate of climes.. It is Omnipotent and bloodthirsty.. is the omen of a world gone berserk.. or simply a Berserk World finding its voice at last through terrifying actions.. One wonders how much more terrifying the berserk Thought is.. and how much more deeper and widespread.. after all it is easy to see one and the other Not.

Around here Emotions appear to have become as universal as Gap Clothing and probably as disposable.. It is the Age of Excess.. if not in Kind (the world economy being masha allah that it is) then definitely in Thought.. One may don one Avatar and slip out of it in a Day.. or in Moments (If one has to).. the Wolf becomes the Sheep.. and vice versa.. the Saint becomes the Sinner.. the Virgin a Whore.. the Addict a Hermit and so on.. it goes beyond emotions.. it is personalities that can be taken up and left at the drop of a Hat.. in a certain sense The Personalite has become Passé.. if you do not have a few (at least) stashed away you become persona Non Gratia.. the world needs to start taking a cue from the Machine now.. my Cell Phone is no longer a Cell Phone any more.. it is a day planner, an alarm clock, a video game, a camera, a calendar and of course an internet browser.. and it slips all these garbs smoothly one over the other.. Methinks humans are still struggling to keep up..

we are rolling along through the Valleys and the Mountains.. it is an Age where Innocence is a Rarity.. though Feeling is not.. Action is a Rarity.. though Thought is not.. Wealth is with the very few (in this case it is not different at all).. though Desire is Not.. Love is a byword for twenty four hour affairs.. what was There is not There anymore.. what Will Be No One knows (or Cares).. It is Confusion and Clarity.. all at Once.. a Revolution One would think.. but No.. all These are too Tame and too Mundane to bring about Such.. Methinks the revolution is going to be of a different nature.. Silent.. though loud.. all encompassing.. though only to those who listen and Feel.. and slowly the world will Grasp.. and probably Gasp..

But Wait.. what about Moi.. the person closest to your Thoughts.. I laugh now.. we create currents and we are carried in them.. and much like Bach, as long as we are airborne we are occupied.. ‘I do not live in a laboratory: I have no way of knowing what results my actions will have. To live my life for results would be to sentence myself to continuous frustration…… My only sure reward is in my actions and not from them’ Hugh Prather.

Be well..