Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The road is misty. So misty that the hills are not visible and neither is the precipitious valley below. The vehicle trundles on, irrespective of our fear; our excitement. It is so much easier to cope with an adventurous death, having done everything that you wanted to; or a sudden accidental one rather than waiting for it to come and fill the soul first and the body later. What awaits on the other side? Does it matter? Till what time will physical beauty and attachements matter? Till when will the mind stay put in the world around rather than running away into darkness to escape the fear of what lies beyond? Till when will an agnostic remain so?