The Ballads of Gravity

                                     We all leave something behind for an unknown reason and cause, a mystery committed by us for the cosmic law. It demands it. We, the fragile creatures live to leave something behind and finally go back to get it. We left something when we took the shape of a foetus in the womb of our mother. When we die, we return to get the left back again, but still we leave something behind here to return sometimes. Maybe our love, memories, shadows, presence, words, and those yet remains in anticipation of fulfilment... update (18/01/2015): i like the first sentence, but the rest of them are just waste. what was i thinking when i wrote it? i don't know. i don't know how to explain some of my writings, not that they are complex, but i am a total stranger to those words. i fail to encompass the meaning of them.          ...

If we are not real, we maybe the surrogates of our OTHER, after all who knows it? It’s hard to tell the world that we live in is a dream or reality! Dreams intervenes reality when it induces the sensory principles and thus necessitates the total involvement of the body. We cannot create reality, but language can. like dream and reality our names are too merely words or language and essence of the language is outside of it. Reality is neither constructive nor destructive, if we are living in the dreams of our dreams how we can control the dreams. We never create reality, but it creates us. Who knows whether God exists or not? For some God is reality and for some it isn't. Think if God is there it is outside the synchronic paradigm of our language. update (18/01/2015): i don't know what i meant to say though this post. maybe, something like dream and reality; a cliche! this post, i think, is a bullshit. what did i write? it's just crap. i don't like this post...

'Everyone has a place under the sun, a purpose, and a soul (ever-changing energy of life)' I don't pity the soul, but the life which is ready to be conditioned by the constructed notions of the society. Soul is freedom, but it is limited by the traditional concepts. Men, they are ready to be the slaves of their past, and tradition which never allows to step new ways. I talk about the traditions which restrict people to be free- free flow of thought, of reason, etc., which never allow him to tread the untrodden paths of life. I believe in the total spiritual liberation, which isn't religious, established, cultural. Only spiritual liberation can lead me through the celebration of the soul. I don’t pity ignorance! I’m ignorant, who is full? i pity habitual thinking bound by the walls of its own fear and freedom and the readiness to be chained in the 'golden cage' of constructed concepts. I don’t believe in the religious-taught soul. Soul is ...