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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:

`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!

'Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Monday, October 13, 2008

A Curious and Interesting Read on Objectivism and Zen.....

http://rebirthofreason.com/Articles/Hibbert/Objectivism_and_Zen.shtml

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Moment

"Moment after moment,

everyone comes out from nothingness.

This is the true joy of life."

We shall not cease
from exploration,
And the end of all
our exploring,
Will be to arrive
where we started,
And know the place
for the first time.
-T.S. Eliot

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Insight- II

Everything around us, every one around is us is dying, continuously , in every moment. We get these glimpses rarely, sometimes when circumstance push us to look at things long enough to see into their nature. We might say that this is not so encouraging a picture, a very sad perspective really. But our sadness lies in our helplessness that arises out of our effort to hold on- hold on to people, places, posessions, our bodies,memories... anything thats dear at all- we hold on to them so we dont lose them. Then we suffer and this perspective becomes pessimistic.


But in truth the nature of reality is so wonderful- always in a state of change, tranformation. A tiny seed becomes a huge tree, Rocks formed by deposition of sand over millions of years, An intelligent being that you are growing out of a tiny cell, stars born out of Stellar Dust- anything for that matter.


Eventually Rocks wither away into sand and sand transformed into rocks. Eventually forests, animals ,people all rot into dust and come back from it all over again, in a different form, may be, or be never come back.


If we live this little lifetime of ours as a traveller- who never tries to hold on to the same place, same people, same food - just travels and partakes in the little joys and little sadness that crosses him. Being friendly to everyone he meets along the way - for him there is only the way that matters.


There are no different souls changing forms- the entire existence is the soul- and this soul has no past, no future, no memory, no quality - its all empty- there is nothing in it yet it has all that we can point to and sense of - Just another word for existence.