There must be a lot of duplication in our country's laws, " said Dukhi. "Every time there are elections, they talk of passing the same ones passed twenty years ago. Someone should remind them they need to apply the laws." "For politicians, passing laws is like passing water, " said Narayan. "It all ends down the drain.
This existence, this us, loving, hoping, hating, waiting, searching for truths outside and inside us... a very tinny part of a giant (matter) explosion floating away from the passing second with the passing second, maybe inside our brain, maybe...
But for pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time, of space; the sense also of extreme fixity in passing objects; and sounds very remote and then very close; flesh being gashed and blood spurting, a joint suddenly twisted - beneath all of which appears something very important, yet remote, to be just held in solitude.
Which is more musical, a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school? Are the people inside the school musical and the ones outside unmusical? What if the ones inside can't hear very well, would that change my question?
Endlessly foremost, the recollection of youth's fount flows deep in the psyche of an aged man. The loss of a first true love is never quite lost, for he sees her in the faces of passing strangers, is haunted in the quiet of his solitude as he waltzes with the 'what ifs' of every passing season. For what reason does an enchanted kiss endure like a cold mist leaving an aged man wintry in summer time?
The resource of generational history is accorded little attention our society, which seems ever more obsessed with making 'new' and 'better' synonymous. From my family I became aware of the importance of passing along wisdom from one generation to the next. Yet despite the increasing proliferation of digital recording and other communication technologies, we're passing on less knowledge today than our parents did through the oral tradition alone. We're drowning in photographs and videos, capturing every mundane moment of our birthdays, holidays, and vacations. Yet these can be no more than pleasant distraction, only scratching the surface of our real relationships.