Tragedy

It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartisitc manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us ,they give us an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that. Sometimes, however, a tragedy that possesses artistic elements of beauty crosses our lives. if these elements of beauty are real, the whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. suddenly we find that we are no longer the actors, but the spectators of the play. or rather we are both. We watch ourselves, and the mere wonder of the spectacle enthralls us.

Sometimes, it it has all the beauty of a greek tragedy.

______________________

Alea jacta est...

Go Ahead... Disconnect

Have you wondered how we make sense of all that is around us? How we are able to put two events or things together, connect them and make some sense of things around us. It is this undeniable, dynamic impulsive human instinct that we all surrender to; thereby reaching a higher plane where we think we understand all that is around us. But have you wondered how it feels to be trapped in that moment where you are just not willing to give up, where you just want to fight till the end, against all odds, against all reasons and desires to connect things up, against every little thing that screams and shouts at your face, till there is no want to connect, no desire to log into the matrix and nothing left to connect. Its time to disconnect, its time to give up surrendering, get up, get ready, its time to fight, no don’t try, for yourself and for me, just do it, go ahead and …….. Disconnect ……..

Nonsense is the essential sense of marginal notes

ah yes, the quintissential marginality of it all. I guess this is what a blog really is all about, small, capricious marginal notes on life...!!!