It sticks like the glue of perspiration in a sun-kissed, humid country. You could flag a frail finger out and touch it in the stagnant air. The lingering putrid odour of a wild beast that you do not wish to encounter in a dark confusing jungle. It is palpable. The scent of war. To those… Continue reading In Troubled Times
Does each one of us have a defined purpose, a higher calling, to seek out and serve in this life ? The philosophers (the existentialists, absurdists and nihilists) would say No; the mystics and the spiritualists would say Yes. What is your answer? I would love to know what you all think!
If fate is conquered by tears, let us muster them to shed; let every day pass amid grief, let sleepless melancholy consume the night...if it will serve our purpose, let grief practice every kind of savagery. But if no amount of wailing recalls the dead, if all distress is powerless to alter a fate that… Continue reading Seneca on Grief and the Human Condition V1.0
We all start out as small, scattered seeds until we learn to grow roots and discover ourselves. Our journeys in life remind us, constantly, of those roots even as the tree of our identity and self-awareness branches out and sprouts leaves. One day the tree with its hollow bark meets its end; perhaps only to… Continue reading Life’s Day – a poem
Citations from "When Breath becomes Air" - Paul Kalanithi (2016). I read this book in less than a day as I sat by my father in the hospital last month (April - May 2017), tubes going in and out of his frail, weakened body. Watching him fight and deteriorate during the last stage of cancer,… Continue reading On Life in the face of Death
Citations from War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy (1869) Who's right, and who's wrong? No one. You're alive — so live: tomorrow you'll die, just as I could've died an hour ago. And is it worth the suffering, when there is only a second left to live compared with eternity? "What is bad? What is good?… Continue reading On Life, Death and Happiness
Old man Hippocrates got it right. Nearly 2500 years later, I think he remains relevant. Life is short, and art long, opportunity fleeting, experimentations perilous, and judgment difficult. This blog is an attempt to use the lengthening, eternal effects of art to trick, overcome, circumvent and prolong this brief candle of life, as said Macbeth. Tomorrow,… Continue reading Life is short, & Art long