The Ballads of Gravity

We all leave something behind—not by accident, but for a reason we don’t fully understand. As though some cosmic law silently demands it of us. And we obey, unknowingly, yet unfailingly. We, fragile creatures, live not just to exist, but to leave traces of that existence—marks etched in time, invisible perhaps, but undeniably real. We come into this world incomplete, having left a piece of ourselves elsewhere. When we first take the shape of a foetus in the womb, something essential is set aside. And when we die, we don’t simply vanish; we begin a journey back—to retrieve what was once ours, what we unknowingly surrendered. But even in that act of return, we leave more behind. Our lives are full of quiet departures. A moment. A glance. A word. Our love lingers. Our memories settle into the corners of rooms. Our shadows remain stretched across places we’ve passed through. Our presence clings to people in subtle, haunting ways. Sometimes we leave behind dreams never fulfilled, words nev...

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 ...