I was trying to sleep last night and in between stretching, twisting and turning to position my back comfortably I was trying to say a prayer, just a little remembrance (I wasn't planning on an extended meditation anyway) of the Almighty but i kept losing my concentration. I was distracted by things as trivial as remembering a friend i have not spoken to in a while or my teacher from way way back when i was in school, or the weather in London, it was as if my mind was like a little child trying to give excuses for not going to sleep. It was either a stomach ache or a glass of water or a monster under the bed, anything to keep from going to sleep. Why is that? We are no kids. We know that remembrance is a sure shot passport to some peace but still our intention and execution are not always compatible. Any thoughts?
An eagle is told that it once lived in huge nests on high mountains and tall trees at high altitudes and the big bird scoffs at such a preposterous idea. How can such a big bird living in caves and hunting on rodents soar in the skies over mountain tops and oceans. Not a bad idea but quite unlikely. Seems like these humans are crazy and think of anything about other animals to hide their own embarrassment over their monkey ancestry. Pick up any great novel, Hundred Years of Solitude, Blindness, Beloved, Alchemist or any others that you have read where imagination is stretched but you flow with the narrative. You easily believe what the writer is asking of you. It seems plausible and hence possible and you like a bird open your wings and fly where the winds of possibilities take you. Marquez creates a parallel world of freedom and we camp in this world with him; Morrison brings a spirit from the dead and we unblinkingly accept her character; Saramago presents a sightless world to us ...
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