Something makes me ask profound questions today. To myself. Not any shit about who created this universe, why "He" created it or why He particularly created me and invited me to throw stones at him Himself. I don't care a shit about the existence of answers to those questions, they are not going to make any difference to me. Now that I am on planet Earth, I will be here till ... a beginning ends. My beginning. Every beginning ends. I don't find solace in this truth. If I have had a definitive beginning, and I am known to have a definitive end, then why am I left dangling in between? With questions? With expectations? With desires? With objectives? With a cold nose and a burning ass?
Numbers were an awesome creation. The species' most 'valued' inheritance that has successfully percolated through ages. Humans could not have done without numbers. They needed to count. Count the days of one's life. These days, to count more than just days. Infact,they do count anything. Damn those numbers. Go in search of love. Go in search of an experience where there are no numbers. Beyond counting, beyond computing. Try doing that and you will be pulled back. To settle the count of food that you eat and the litres of water that you drink. Birth on Earth is surrendering to numbers.
Why numbers? Poor creatures damnit. But the answer to every question has to be with them. This is where the profoundness of my questions begins.
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You'll find the answer to your questions or better questions some day.
Everyone does.
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