Rants of a modern lunatic

 योगसंन्यस्तकर्माणं ज्ञानसञ्छिन्नसंशयम् | आत्मवन्तं न कर्माणि निबध्नन्ति धनञ्जय|| ||4.41|| Bhagvad Gita 4.41: O Arjun, actions do not bind those who have renounced karma in the fire of Yoga, whose doubts have been dispelled by knowledge, and who are situated in knowledge of the self. In the midst of sleeping flowers and roaring sea waves, it hardly mattered who lived and who stopped living. The world - from prehistory to the depth of a dying black hole - it gazed upon itself with almost no idea about loathing and beauty. I emerged as a man, as a mirror to the silence, and was obliterated from its memory like fireworks fizzing out under a vast blackness of unmoving. The silence gazed upon itself, almost a narcissistic gaze to its own body coloured with red-green-blue, its own soul that flows, that which is shaped like wind or water, its heart - beating within every other heart of every other  when they love or fear each other, and it created the notion of beauty within me befor...

 It never mattered whether it was day or night or evening or dusk or haziness. It never mattered whether I felt raindrops on me or violent wind or something as tender as love and care. I was infinitely regressed towards an infinitely large singleton loneliness, and the cars honked because they were late for work, people passed by because they had promises to keep, mouths to feed, and most of the time unconsciously submitting to a prison of made up security from a made up world. I sold myself like almost the rest of humanity to put food on my table, to have a place to sleep the night out, I sold myself and the devil had many faces, yet sometimes just an idea, a small fraction of dizzying freedom burst forth like a suppressed sunshine under the clouds, making me lonelier and lonelier still. Loneliness blooms and jellyfishes bloom like lilies under deep-sea into a forever compelling dream of obscurity that this life- whenever needed, had to end in a dignified way. So when my mind lose...