There is no single purpose for life. In fact, life in itself has absolutely no purpose or meaning. But we can chose differently. We can give life a purpose, a meaning.
The purpose of (our) life, for those that are not ourselves, is to inspire, to motivate, to she light on the horizon, even if it is still not visible, still beyond our grasp. To promote, to encourage, to allow for dreams to be not only fully dreamt, but actually properly attempted.
Saturday, 15 April 2017
Her infinite glow
Since the very moment he saw her he could see nothing else. He could think of nothing else.
Since the moment his eyes saw hers, her smile was apparently all he sought. It was all he looked forward to.
And thus, for a moment, the very moment when he first saw her, it was as if time no longer had a reason to pass. It was as if the Universe itself had fulfilled its ultimate goal. Because those eyes, her eyes, must definitely be worth 13.7 billion years of everything that ever happened and that ultimately led to the very moment when he could meet his perfection.
Yet, he thought, maybe since the Universe had to go on for almost 14 billion years, why rush into ending so soon? Why not stick around some more? Why not allow him to actually meet her, so that she could also see him. Maybe he could even make her smile, laugh perhaps - the deepest and loudest of all laughs. That would certainly make her shine even more, glow even brighter, sing even louder. And at that moment- lost in that image - he could already imagine her laughing with him, her eyes shinning.
That's when he realised it. Considered it, for the first time. Maybe that was it. Maybe that's how entire Universe's are made. Born. Maybe that's how they are created. With her laugh, her smile, and her infinite, contagious and ever expanding glow.
Since the moment his eyes saw hers, her smile was apparently all he sought. It was all he looked forward to.
And thus, for a moment, the very moment when he first saw her, it was as if time no longer had a reason to pass. It was as if the Universe itself had fulfilled its ultimate goal. Because those eyes, her eyes, must definitely be worth 13.7 billion years of everything that ever happened and that ultimately led to the very moment when he could meet his perfection.
Yet, he thought, maybe since the Universe had to go on for almost 14 billion years, why rush into ending so soon? Why not stick around some more? Why not allow him to actually meet her, so that she could also see him. Maybe he could even make her smile, laugh perhaps - the deepest and loudest of all laughs. That would certainly make her shine even more, glow even brighter, sing even louder. And at that moment- lost in that image - he could already imagine her laughing with him, her eyes shinning.
That's when he realised it. Considered it, for the first time. Maybe that was it. Maybe that's how entire Universe's are made. Born. Maybe that's how they are created. With her laugh, her smile, and her infinite, contagious and ever expanding glow.
Tuesday, 4 April 2017
Not the art of finding the truth
Science is not the art of finding
the truth.
Science is about shedding
light
on the unknown
and figuring out
what is not true.
Science is not comforting
not pleasant,
but it can be exciting
never ending
limitless.
the truth.
Science is about shedding
light
on the unknown
and figuring out
what is not true.
Science is not comforting
not pleasant,
but it can be exciting
never ending
limitless.
Remaining set of rays
There is still
a shortage
but existing
set of rays
(light or dark,
that is yet to be seen)
by those that can
truly
see.
a shortage
but existing
set of rays
(light or dark,
that is yet to be seen)
by those that can
truly
see.
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