Scientist are mad. Artists are sad. Dumb are happy. Intellectuals are suffering...

Night sky

"Is there any body out there??... Say "Hello" if you can hear me".

I'm lying on my roof, and the constellation of stars is sitting right in front of me. As if I'm travelling through the galaxy. What a wonderful feeling. Clear dark night sky. I feel like I'm home. Quiet, but whispering.

Being "happy ever after" is boring

Everyday I wake up into a new day. And then I start to wonder why I stand up on two legs, why not on all four. My fellow animals once laughed at me when I tried to walk on two legs and slipped on ice after the recent snowing. It sounded me like, "hey you stupid, can't you still walk on two legs"..., like as if they had done a marvel break through in the evolution of mankind (sorry!, human kind). I wanted to ask them, "Morons, haven't you tired to fly yet"? A very recent finding revealed that mankind is still evolving. (May be not the women kind... Pl. forgive me if I am anti-man). But the fact is our emotions are evolving... and ever breaking down into a complex hierarchical subtle web of emotions, which is flooded in music, and other forms of art. In this breakdown, artists are in the forefront, quite obviously, pardon me if I sounded like anti-scientists or anti-artists. But the evolution of emotions brings more suffering to mankind. Quite obviously, for that reason, scientists are a happier lot than the artists.... But being "happy ever after" is boring. Which is one reason I don't want to go to heaven...

Thoughts are handicapped

How annoying and uncontrollable my thoughts are. What a flux. I have no control over them. Nothing is clear. They hit on my head like bouncing balls on a tinfoil. I pick one or two at a time, quite randomly. And connect them to the followed up to make a rhythm. To create some kind of understanding. How bizzar...

How many can "picture" thoughts as they are. Can you at least draw a flower as it is without looking at it. Can anybody do it to the utmost detail. But we think we know what a flower is. It makes the point that we are handicapped. In a way we don't know what we know, what we think we know. Our thoughts are not clear. They are hazy, vague. What a world we live in. Evolutionarily, we are way primitive, still. Brain has a lot to develop. But we are at a stage that we all can agree upon consensus just good enough to be able to communicate with each other even at this very inferior level of conception. I can tell you this. What we think we understand is nothing, zipo. We don't understand a fraction of a fraction of what realty is. We are an ignorant but an arrogant lot.

Body is painful by default

I cant find a single moment that I feel total comfort and I'm fully relaxed. I cant imagine how hard I find it even to sleep. Turned to one side, soon I want to turn to the other side. Carrying this body by default is so painful. Stand up for a while, then I want to sit. Sit up there for a while, then I want to stand up. Because, body by default is ridiculously painful. How unbelievable this is. But it is true. The body demands our consciousness to keep rolling. Even every breath I take I feel so difficult. I cant give up breathing. How ridiculous. I have to make an effort to breath every moment. I really do. You think it happens. It doesn't happen. You make it happen. But you purposefully try forget it. How ridiculous this life is if you don't have a moment to relax and feel total comfort. It reminds me of the Notes from Underground. Dostoevsky says, may be we like suffering as much as we love pleasure. Pleasure is a social norm. But enjoying pain and suffering is probably very private and personal.

Knowledge is always dumb

Ideas are fascinating, but knowledge is dumb. Generalized knowledge created by logic and reasoning is dumb because no premise is solid or objective. Objectivity doesn't exist. My subjective feelings are supreme to your objective knowledge. That is where "I" confront the reality. You don't exist if I didn't, and vise versa. You make me feel better, I will make you feel better in return, or even otherwise. Because I respect your feelings more than your objective knowledge as a fellow living being. That's all what matters to all living beings and me.

The wealth I have

There is a police to protect my belongings. How much can I keep to myself? There is no limit. I can make you all starve, can I. No. I cann't. My supplies wont last long how much wealth I have if I make you starve. My happiness can be optimized only if I give you a little to make you survive. Just good enough to make you survive. I know you wont suicide bacause you live just hand to mouth. I can teach you a religion to make you feel good. And work for me in good spirit. I can fund a religion for doing that for me. And a government that protects my wealth.