There are moments when I wish to dance. Strike a pose like nataraja, have the world at my feet, hold it in suspended animation in the light of my third eye. Cut across the buttery everyday with lucid reasonery.
And then there are moments when I realise that the world is a colony of many millions of sentient and conscious individuals, with emotions and thoughts beyond the scope of my rhyme and reason; of trillions of cause-effect chains that is beyond my capacity to remotely fathom, let alone affect. To believe I can affect anything substantially by craning my brow is but ridiculous storytelling.
The realisation of helplessness is sweet. Like apple pie. The first bite is melancholy. But soon, the wisdom of taste and contentment take over.
Okay macha, you keep your holographic universe, black holes, and hindutva. I'll love. Yes thank you bye bye sound horn please.
