Change

The cause of all strife is change. Change is the result of time. Time cannot be without change. Thus there will be no life without change. This is simply due to the fact that life is an aftershadow of time. Life will definitely meet death as sure as the sun will rise. Clearly movement is inevitable. As unavoidable as change in a world where the nly constant is inconsistency. The finality of that world lies at the end of time. Time's end marks the end of fleeting change. As future, present and past melds together, chanel handbags the soul awakens. This is the final step. The destination of the mind. Predetermined, fated and achieved. The wild nature primal abates and is tamed by age. Its final form achieved. Blazing with glory, or smelting in regret.

The State of Man

The price of freedom is greater than all of creation put together.

The cost of life, far beyond imagining. So much so that even if you work throughout an entire millennia, still you will be unable to compensate for it.

Man is greatly indebted.

He owes so much.

Yet, man forgets.

Ignorant.

He is ungrateful.

And when he is grateful, he becomes incapable.

Such is the state of man.

Thankfulness

And covet not a thing in which Allah hath made some of you excel others. Unto men a fortune from that which they have earned. (Envy not one another) but ask Allah of His bounty. Lo! Allah is ever Knower of all things - Al-Quran 4:32 In all fairness, none of us was created equal. To each person his/her own circumstance. The good and the bad that lay dormant in each of our persons may be clear as the brightness of daylight or as dim and unnoticeable as the swift transition of the day into twilight. Allah alone is the Knower of all things. Success and failure in our endeavors are a predetermined lot for each and every person. Blood, sweat and tears shed in the name of good or evil will reap its own reward. A fair share will be given to every man in its due time. No matter if plans fail or events proceed not as predicted. Fear not if disaster befalls or dark clouds overtake you. At the end of the day, what matters most is reason, not result. The why for every action is what elevates or degrades one person from another in the eyes of Allah. One who does good deeds in the name of fame is far different from one who does good for the sake of Allah or for the sake of others. A person may donate a million dollars from his multi-billion dollar share yet still be unable to match the kindness of a beggar who gives up his only loaf of bread to feed an orphan. And what is the difference between the two? A question worth reflecting. WE are all endowed with different degrees of material wealth and physical well-being. We can see around us if we scrutinize closely the society we are in. Be you among the poverty stricken or are you haunted by incurable illnesses? Are you socially stigmatized or trapped by the fashion of times? Envy not what others have which you have not. For envy and jealousy does aught more than simply hurt your heart and soul. In the temporary existence of this world, the distribution of good and bad in every person's life may appear to be imbalanced. Ever wondered why the life of another appears to be going so much smoother than yours? Or wished that your life were but a slight tad bit better than what it is now? Would that your life was blessed. How many times have you wished such? Riches. Wealth material or otherwise. Blessings of God that promise joy and satisfaction. How many of us yearn for them? How many among us have them? The real question we should be asking is, "How much of what I have do I deserve? And how much of what I have is a blessing?" More often than not, we are blind to the many blessings in our lives. The small infinitesimal signs of Allah's mercy that we so often fail to look out for. chanel handbags Much is there for us to be thankful for; if we but try to look out for it. Let not greed and envy overtake you. For such emotions will most definitely blind you. Narrated Abu Sa'id Al-Khudri: Allah's Apostle said, "The thing I am afraid of most for your sake, is the worldly blessings which Allah will bring forth to you." It was said, "What are the blessings of this world?" The Prophet said,"The pleasures of the world." A man said," Can the good bring forth evil?" The Prophet kept quiet for awhile till we thought that he was being inspired divinely. Then he started removing the sweat from his forehead and said,"Where is the questioner?" That man said, "I(am present)." Abu Sa'id added: We thanked the man when the result(of his question) was such. The Prophet said... "Good never brings forth but good. This wealth(of the world) is(like) green and sweet(fruit), and all the vegetation which grows on the bank of a stream either kills the animal that eats too much of it, except the animal that eats the Khadira(a kind of vegetation). Such an animal eats till its stomach is full and then it faces the sun and starts ruminating and then it passes out dung and urine and goes to eat again. This worldly wealth is (like) sweet (fruit), and if a person earns it (the wealth) in a legal way and spends it properly, then it is an excellent helper, and whoever earns it in illegal way, he will be like the one who eats but is never satisfied."

Volume 8, Book 76, Number 435 Sahih Bukhari

Logic and Religion

Living in a dream in search of awakening. Finding belief after belief seeking for support to lean upon. Have you found something to believe in? Walking blind with acceptance for a shield, he defends his beliefs from unnecessary questioning. "Stop!" Shouts he. "The mind cannot possibly comprehend the unseen and immaterial. So why bother trying? The supernatural is a realm of the heart and soul. Speak you of that which you know not?" Says he. Does he then reject questions that will leave his beliefs in the murky depths of doubt? Are religious faith and reasoning like oil and water? Do they not mix? Or dare he spin the blade which I cut him with back upon me? What could possibly save me from my own questions? Could my beliefs be shattered by rationales and logic? How can that be? "Speak you of that which you know not?" Says he. Believe you in that which you know naught of? You speak of heart and soul. You speak of truths and the unseen. You speak of senses that transcend mortality. You speak in riddles that confound in order to introduce me to a world profound. I wonder. How do you think with your heart and soul when you refuse to seize knowledge under a questioning hold? "Meditate. Raise your awareness. Wisdom will come to those who seek it." Says he. Are wisdom and knowledge one and the same? How frustrating. Question after question after question after question. Why do I keep asking for that which has no answer? Simple. It is because I know there is One who holds the answer to all things. And everytime I face the unknown, chanel handbags I seek a part of His presence within it. His Truth. His Wisdom. That which is hidden. Knowledge. Only the knowledgeable will know true fear. Only the knowledgeable will know true joy. And the greatest force of belief is the one backed by knowledge and logic.

Attachment and Detachment

Attachment leads to suffering - So does the teachings of Buddhism preach. So too are most of us inclined to agree. But how true is this?

We can't possibly live alone now can we? How do we exist independently of any form of attachment?

On what ground will you stand if you separate yourself from the world? Of course, in order to transcend this world, you need to break free of this world's ties to yourself.

Suffering is an inescapable truth of being alive. Every living being suffers. Feeling that pain which seeps into their hearts from loss and sadness; from failure and incapacity.

Thus the logic should apply that without attachment that generates these emotions, one should be safe from suffering. How true is this?

A kind of peace that is achieved by detachment from your current life rooted so by your subsistences.

Can you do without riches?
Of course you can.

Can you do without fame?
Of course you can.

Can you do without God?
...

Can you exist without a Creator? How far can you remove yourself from Him? That attachment leads to suffering is a truth in itself. But can detachment solve that problem? Will removal of the self from this material and highly physical existence save you from pain?

What we speak of is an inhuman contemplation in itself. The transcendence and One-ness that Buddhism speaks of could only be achieved by shedding a part of your humanity.

Which part you ask?

The part that cares. If you care not what happens believing that the flow of the universe is inevitable and you understand that all things must come to an end, then you may achieve transcendence. When you release yourself from worldly desires and seek deeper understanding of the scriptures, then will you achieve transcendence. Seek the Way to One-ness with the universe.

As being living in this universe itself, aren't we already a part of it? Aren't we like the blood that flows within the veins of this universe that we live in? Isn't that the source of our attachment?

In what other ways can we transcend? Mentally? Spiritually? How far should we go then before we transcend?

And if the atheist Buddhist says, there is no infinitely powerful and everlasting God who determines all things and created everything around us, who decides when we've transcended enough? Is there a mark to be reached or a limit to be found is not that limit set by someone? By who?

How do you or the universe itself exist without God to create you? By cutting yourself off from attachment to all things worldly, what have you devoted yourselves to? Emptiness?

Thus you've decided to leave behind an existence filled with much gifts for an existence totally empty and meaningless? Detach yourself from all things that you may attain a kind of nothingness called Nirvana. Peace. All this can be achieved without God?

We all develop that belief that attachment leads to suffering because we grow connected to things that are temporary. The natural flow of the world eventually takes away what's been given to us. What hurts us the most is not the attachment itself; Rather, it's the loss of that which binds.

Can we truly exist without any attachment?

If we chose to direct ourselves in the path of removal, will we ever succeed?

Why not attach ourselves to a Being Eternal and All-Powerful instead?

Is it easier to believe in an existence without a Creator filled by a void compared to believing in God?

Truth

Tis' easy to understand and say
That truth in the end does have its way
Unwinding tales spun by men
Through events unfolded as none can

Would such power exist to make
That none can lie in his own wake
Can we live without deceit
And show the darkness that each does reek

Naked then will we stand
Showing our hearts upon a hand
To be read by all who see
In the skies of truth set free

No more masks behind to hide
In sadness no longer smiles as wide
Truth renowned for harshness sake
May in truth chaos make

For shadows must exist in light
Somethings must remain twilight
Grayness makes for much freedom
Somethings are hidden in much wisdom

Should we call for truth-filled world
For one such as that can much unfurl
To make for each much discourse
Of right and wrong to be divorced

Seasons

Seasons. Approaching seasons. Soft scintillating motion unnoticed by the absentminded.

The world moves in its own gait. We merely tag along with it. Moving along with it slowly changing with the world that changes.

Morphing with the seasons that pass us by. Have we been so thoroughly absorbed by the seasons?

The world beckons with its beauty to the youths of our time. Calling out with the warmth of summer sunshine and the icy stars of winter flakes. Buries us in the soft comfy cushion of leaves in autumn and hypnotising blossoms of spring flowers.

As age catches up and seasons come and go, our hunger for plain beauty is replaced with something much better. Or rather, more complicated. A taste for knowledge.

We begin to question the world and the goings on within it. We start to drown in our explorations of it. In the blazing summer sun and the freezing winter chill. Amid the scents of spring blossoms and the sounds of autumn awnings.

Will we be drawn close to the calls of worldly desires? Will the seasons four follow us to our deaths?

No matter how we avoid it, the world and its seasons affect us. Lend us gait to our movements and influences us in invisible ways and tangible alike.

The question is how do we allow it to affect us? What do we read from the seasons?

"We embrace the idea- advanced by both ancient philosophers and modern physicists -that the world is one. Everything connects to everything; therefore, as we change, the world cannot but change with us. - Marianne Williamson

As we interpret and read the world and seasons in the ways we do, so does the world morph and change; reacting to our perceptions without us realising it.

Where are we leading our world; Ourselves.

Relationships

A relationship. Ties between people be it friendship, love or heritage of blood, exists in every person's life.

Is mankind really a social species?

Were we to try and lead lone solitary lives, could we succeed?

What is this craving for companions for? Why do we have it?

Try living without speaking to a single person around you for a day. How long can you last?

O mankind! We created you from a single soul, male and female, and made you into nations and tribes, so that you may come to know one another. Truly, the most honored among you in God's sight is the greatest of you in piety. God is All-Knowing, All-Aware.

- Al-Quran (49:13)

Gives a whole new meaning to the term soulmate doesn't it?

Many among us feels the need to maintain a connection to people. Be it friendship, love, lust or the likes. No matter what form it takes, there is always a form of social interaction that needs to take place.

Could a human being scrounge out a hermetical life without reliance upon any form of relations?

Could you?

How important is a mother? Or daughter? Sister or even brother maybe? Or your father. What of friends?

We've been put in a world full of people to band with to get to know and learn from. What for?

Why do we befriend others?
Why do we love?
Why do we crave companionship?
What for?

For just a day, sit and silence yourself. Do not talk. What will it feel, to not interact? Find out for yourself.

Water

Water. Three quarters of the world is covered in it. A considerable portion of the human body is made up of it. The sky rains of it and tears are composed of it. It is the purest bringer of life. We drink it, bathe it, wash and clean using it and apply it to a thousand other everyday activities around us.

Water. We can't live without it.

H2O. A simple small molecule made of two different elements. Hydrogen and oxygen. What is so special about it? How did it first bring about life? How does it sustain life?

Do you not think it strange that such a simple compound consisting of only two different elements can be such an important figure in the generation of life and sustenance itself?

How much do we know of the true nature of water? Is there any other compound like it?

Water. A liquid that's one of a kind. A liquid with many strange surprises.

It is a liquid that clumps together. A substance that attracts itself and gathers together. This is due to the polar nature of water molecules. Water molecules are positively charged on one end and negatively charged on the other. If not for gravity, water droplets left on their own would form perfect spheres.

It is a universal solvent that is capable of dissolving more substances than any other liquid known to man. A trait which has made it a most effective substance for cleaning and washing.

Water, a substance capable of perfection, yet flawed due to the pull of earthly influence. A substance capable of purifying yet just as easily tainted. A most highly respected creation of God that has been so greatly blessed with gifts so easily overlooked. A weakly creation of God bestowed with greatness.

Man, God's creations made of earth blessed with the waters of heaven. When will we be thankful for it?

I Stand Alone

The boastful only see the best in themselves while the wise see the worst in what they do.

Living in a world where excellence is valued so greatly above all else has made us blind to this fact. And this is exactly what will one day lead our society to its downfall.

How true is this fact? What wrong is there in believing in your ability?

Of course there is nothing wrong in believing in yourself. But how much is too much? An excess of something can never be good for a person. Even if it is an excess of goodness.

Mankind was created with weaknesses. He was blessed with both good and bad. Made in perfection as well as flawed. Understanding this is the key to humility.

"It is a mortifying truth, and ought to teach the wisest of us humility, that many of the most valuable discoveries have been the result of chance rather than of contemplation, and of accident rather than of design."

- Charles Caleb Colton

Every single achievement of ours was built upon chance. All of the future exists only as a result of conditions created in the past.

Had your father not been born, would you be here?

If fire had never been discovered, would man know how to cook?

Without the discovery of wheels, would cars exist?

Without men, can there be women?

Without children would there have been adults?

All that is strong was once upon a time weak. By that understanding will the wise derive compassion. Compassion which is forgotten by the vain and boastful; The self-absorbed.

Selfishness has been bred by the belief of strength in oneself. And ours is a society that greatly values that. That strength. Self-reliance. But man was not made to be entirely self-reliant. Man was not created powerful.

We do not stand alone.

Simplicity Abstracted

Abstraction or simplicity; Which is closer to the truth?

All things bear a simple disposition that can be abstracted.

The complexity within the working mechanisms of all simple things is not something to be trifled with.

As you delve deeper into simplicity's web, you'll find that it is itself a complexity impossible to understand.

The readily accepted truth is always simple upon the forefront.

1 + 1 = 2

A simple equation.

The world is round. An undeniable fact.

The sky is blue. An obvious observation.

My name is Abdul Aziz. There is no point in denying that.

All these are facts apparent and easily digested at first glance.

But what happens when you abstract it and begin to question their validity?

Numbers are mere symbols. An equation a combination of symbols. A sentence.
1 + 1 = 2
If you chose 1 to represent a pair and 2 to represent a single object, then this equation would be wrong would it not?

Thus you would have to first identify what the numbers represent before you can first justify the sentence that this equation brings to bear.

Questioning that symbolism tat everyone has grown to accept as a given, is a form of abstraction. Is this something that can bring you closer to the truth?

AS for the shape of the world, long had it been assumed to be flat until the times of philosophers such as Pythagoras and Aristotle.

Earth-shaking as this discovery was, people slowly began to change their perspectives and belief as bit by bit the vacuum of outer space was unveiled and the elliptical nature of our planet is uncovered.

Abstraction most often changes perspectives. Enforces sometimes new beliefs. What was once readily believed was replaced with a new reality. How long before people stop and think and uncover a new reality to that very belief?

Had people been satisfied with the belief that the world was a flat surface and that the entire universe revolved around us, where would we be now?

Had the near circular nature of our planet not been accepted and believed, would the simple truth of the flatness of our world be a reality and a truth?

The reality of the blueness of our skies is undeniable. Or is it?

What happens when you put to question the existence of the sky? Is it even matter? Is it of any particular color at all? The only reason we see the blueness is due to the naturally greater refraction of blue rays among the seven rays of sunlight's color. Thus we detct the mere abundance of blue light around us.

An object is said to be of a particular color due to the fact that all other colors of the light's spectrum is absorbed except for that particular color we see the object in which the object reflects. But the sky, is it an object? Is it reflecting any of that color?

It refracts sunlight through the difference in density between our atmosphere and the vacuum of outer space. Thus it is not the color of the sky that we see but the bending of light that is observed. The sky is in truth made of colorless gases.

So is it colorless or is it blue?

And the name of a person. What makes one name right and another wrong? What is acceptable and what is not?

If a given name is disliked, can a person change it? Then who is to say one name is a truth and another a falsity?

There are many matters in whih we choose to simplify to avoid losing ourselves in the trails of abstraction. Is our hunt for truth really a wild goose chase?

The Future

The world. It moves. Changes day by day. Slowly revolving and evolving. There is a constant beat to it. Bleeding the present away to make space for the coming future.

And every action we take helps to further mould that future into shape. What will it look like at the end of the day?

How we change the world, is entirely within our own hands. But the clumsy hands of man never fails to fumble while he's toying with his own fate. Thus more often than not, consequences beyond our expectations are a common end result.

And in that way, fate and future is unpredictable.

Look around us. How much we've changed the world. The way we've sculpted every brick and stone not to mention layered every street and moulded lands. What have we done?

We call it civilisation. The advancement of mankind. How much have we trancended above our past?

Claiming embetterment above the past is very boastful indeed. The big question is how we back that claim up. What do we hold now that is of truly great import to us?

When we compare us now to our ancestors, are we any different from them? Is that difference an improvement?

That power to meddle with fate has gotten to our heads.

Power tends to corrupt. Absolute power corrupts absolutely - Lord Aston

We have let the gift of control over the path of our future blind us. We see only the future we wish to see, and we strive to mould the passing days to build a replica of that image.

By whose permission do we do so?

Who is the one who is truly in control?

It cannot possibly be us. We lack that absolute totalitarian insight into cause and effects to truly become the masters of our own fate. We but fumble and pull upon strings within our reach hoping to arrive at a desirable result.

Knowing. It is what we lack. The knowing. The more we learn, the less we feel in control. And we cover that helplessness by exerting control over what we can. As we gain, we bend it to our whims. Do we then realise how much toll control exacts from us?

Look at our world. What's happening to it?

How have we come to be in the position we are in now? Can anything be done about it?

Of course, we'll try to correct our mistakes. Perhaps make new ones along the way. In the end we'll stumble. But into what?

Inquiry

What is the spirit of a question?

In a world rigged by reason,is there a place for the chaos incurred by questions?

Beliefs can be crushed by the proper question. Doubts raised are more tha capable of bringing about the downfall of an entire nation. And religion can be shaken down to its roots by endless queries.

Where do you stop asking?

The thin coating of reason we wrap around our sanity is easily torn asunder. All you need is the right question.

What is the purpose of a question?

For good or ill, a question brings change into view. The spark of chaos lives in the minds of men in the form of doubt. And some recognise it as the true form of humanity's freedom.

What is the spirit of a question?

It is the soul of a man. For without it, he is nothing more than a machine.

God alone knows all things. For everything else, we merely question.

Immortal

There was a man who lived through history. A man who saw yesterday's future as it passed by him. Living through time, a part of the world yet apart from it.

He was a historian; a sage; a learned man.

Watch he did as time flowed in its endless twists and turns. Observing the changes in the river of ages that left him withered.

His timelessness was his gift. His curse.

Lives entered the world and exited in the blink of an eye. He watched them come and go. Short meaningless existences. Beings most often with little control over the paths their lives would take. A strange sight they were.

Desperately grasping at every moment of joy and satisfaction as they did, he saw them lose their puny little souls in the reverberations of the river. And wrote down their journeys he did.

Each spark presented an experience. The man, he realised the value of what he saw. Of what they lived.

Yet they did not. Engrossed as they were in their own lives, they could not possibly see what he saw. Only he understood. Only he realised it. Only he was removed enough to understand it. And all he could do was look.

The man witnessed wars break. He listened to tears and laughter. He trembled at the sight of blood and violence and shook in anticipation of joyous celebrations.

He lived with them. But he could not die with them. Among them yet removed from them.

Immortality was his curse. The source of his alienation. His loneliness. So he watched them away from the crowds and alone. Secretly fearful of growing attached to them. He did not wish to experience loss.

Detachment was the source of his sanity. His wisdom. His self.

He was a historian; a sage; a learned man. Living till the end of time.

Points of Views

Points of views. Everybody has one. Some are similar to a completely startling degree while others are as different as the sun and moon.

What is interesting and what is not?

Where lies the good and the bad?

What do you see?

What do they see?

What is there to see?

In a picture is painted a thousand words. In it a million emotions and just as many unwritten feelings.All you need do is find the right point of view. Is there a right point of view?

Can a movie be shot with only one camera angle?

There are times when we feel we are right. Times when we think we understand the whole picture clearly. With a million and one different ways to look at a single situation, how do you know that you're looking at it the correct way? You can't be sure that you've seen all the minute differences in viewing it. And you wish to say that you fully understand the situation?

Impossible!

Dare I say more? What is this point of view I bring up? Or is there even one? Do you see what I see?

There may be little to be plucked from this menial little entry but if you look at it the right way, there's probably something to be learnt. A hidden message perhaps.

All that needs to be done is for it to be seen the right way.

Neurotic Thoughts

Between two moments can exist a million thoughts.

What are thoughts? What generates them? Do they have any physical signs of existence?

Electrical pulses within the brain generates information and coagulates them; storing memories and thoughts for later reference. A process ultimately named intelligence. Hardwired neurons transfer thoughts and communicate ideas in the brain. A complex circuitry much like the computer. How much of it is similar?

If the brain were as said to be a mere organic computer, would that not mean that thoughts function as per programs and softwares? Mere computations derived of electrical pulses.

Neurons bursting with energies tell our bodies how to react and what to think. How much control do we really have over what we think or do or even feel?

Millions of cells make up our earthen bodies. Do we really exert any control off these microorganisms or are they the ones really in control of what we do and how we think?

We are like kings ruling over a single country with millions of microorganisms at our bidding. Yet a king isn't always the lord of his followers. There have been tales of kings who were mere puppets set upon the throne as dolls to be controlled by their advisors and such.

Advisors who whispered ideas and suggestions. Ideas and suggestions that at the end of the day become known as the king's own.

Do neurons do that to us? Are our thoughts manifestations of millions of tiny little single-celled organisms?

Each mental picture we generate and every single brain activity recorded is set in motion by electrical pulses. Pulses made by different neurons. Neurons that react to conditions. Neurons that seem to know when to do what they do. Neurons that are perhaps independent of our control.

Picture these neurons as our advisors; flaring up to tell us when we're being hurt or tickled or caressed. Our main source of information and knowledge. What can we do without our neurons?

Can we possibly have any thoughts without them flaring up?

Are any of our thoughts really our own? Satan threatened to lure man away from the straight path through whispers of temptations from every side. Could he have meant the neurons and nervous systems of our body? Did he mean our thoughts?

Between two moments can exist millions of thoughts. How many of those are truly the thoughts of you as a sole spiritual being? How many of them are electrical pulses generated without your conscious consent by those neurons beyond your control?

Thoughts anyone?

Why?

Such a common question: Why?

It sparks the beginning to the search for reason. Each time it demands an explanation, it opens up its subject and lays it bare to scrutiny.

Why are leaves green? Why are skies blue? Why do birds chirp? Why do men burp? Wh7y is the world round?

What happens though, when why does not lead to an answer?

Why do we live? Why do we feel? Why does fire burn? Why why?

Times exist when reasoning leads to a logical dead end. The boundaries of common sense exist and there may be moments when we find ourselves crossing it. At such times, the question why becomes impossible to answer.

Why is such a question that needs common sense. It cannot and will not do with anything that defies it. Thus we outline our sanity by constantly asking why. To remind ourselves of our state of mind.

So why keep asking why? Because without it, we'll run around as meager mindless mechanations without reason. Without why, we'll be crazy.

Freedom

Freedom of choice: God's greatest gift to mankind; the one attribute that sets him apart from all of God's other creations.

How does man recognise this freedom or know that it is really there? With the existence of things such as fate and destiny, how do we know that the choices we make are truly free?

Can we change destiny? Do we shape the future, or does it shape us? What's so good about freedom?

God alone knows.

If you're destined to die tomorrow, you will die tomorrow. No matter what you do, there is no changing that fact, correct?

So why try to do anything? Are we destined to commit ourselves to striving for freedom or can we choose to give that away?

What is this thing we call freedom of choice anyway? How does it set us apart from angels or satan?

What say have we over our lives? How much of what we do is executed out of our own true free will?

Temptations, dreams and wishes have always made themselves our general fuel to move. People all have their inner drives.

Does having desires eliminate freedom of choice?

Desires push you constantly in a single direction. Driving you to a single end much like how a road leads a car to a single direction.

So your choice is to either follow the road or break away from it.

Can you make that choice? Or perhaps you'll find yourself with absolutely no say in this at all.

Delving deep down within yourself, will you find that freedom? How does it feel to be truly free?

Perhaps true form of freedom exists in the form of indecision.

Indecision marks a lack of drive or biasness. The indecisive can make a choice either ways. More so than those who are driven. Then again, the indecisive are rarely able to make a quick choice. Always limited by their lack of will. Always stuck.

Is that freedom?

One way or another, we are boxed in. There always seems to be one factor or another that seems to influence our everyday decision.

Influence. That is the keyword, isn't it? Influences may exist but the choice is still yours to make.

You may stray off the beaten road but that would mean you have to walk through the underbrush. Ordeals may snag onto you and pull you down. It's up to you to choose to battle on or give in. You may have your freedom of choice, but that freedom is one with a limit. Stray too far and you'll find yourself in the lion's den.

Choice brings consequence. Freedom simply means you get to choose that consequence.

Ties that Bind

The ties that bind us together are but invisible threads of nothingness. Bonds of emptiness called attraction. Unseen forces called magnetism; Gravity.

As much mass there is within us, an equal amount of emptiness exist. An emptiness that remains unsensed by human comprehension. A blob of uncharted void blotted out by the mask of mass. A hole that exists in the form of energy.

The twilight form of our existence cannot be denied. Our dual forms a mystical state of being that goes unnoticed and unpainted; An oxymoron. One few of us acknowledge clearly.

What of this emptiness? Is it really all that important?

The realisation of this spacious void within us is hardly ever a big deal. But to know everything about the self, is to learn of the emptiness within us. Where mystical power of unseen manipulative forces course through our formless selves. The vacuum.

Moments

Mankind holds two things in his hands
The future in one and the past in the other
Yet the present is never in his grasp
Always flowing away

The present is like the wind
Flowing upon his hands yet never in his grasp
The past sticks on and clings
Never to be left ever again

The future that comes is always gray
Awaiting his hands to mold its clay
And yet as maleable as it can be
It is as yet the most elusive of the tree

It is wrapped within the present
Never to unfold till the past is written
As strange as it may be
It too is the most fleeting in form and breed

Be it good and bright?
Or mayhap dark as night
None could grab a glimpse of it
Yet in his hands is where it's writ