POST: 2011-06-29T14:02:26+05:30

We are caught in the toils of affections that crumble dust,indoctrinated with creeds that wither like grass,beaten about by storms that shatter our stoutest battlements like spray blown upon the wind.In the end,we suspect that we are little more than dreams within a dream or as Caryle put its exhalations that are and then are not.

POST: 2011-06-24T15:39:47+05:30

We all go through life wearing spectacles coloured by our own tastes,our own calling,and our own prejudices,measuring our neighbours by our own tape measure,summing them up according to our own private arithmetic.We see subjectively not objectively,we are capable of seeing,not what there is to be seen.It is not wonderful that we make so many bad guesses at that prismatic thing,the Truth!