"A nihilist is a man who judges of the world as it is that it ought not to be, and of the world as it ought to be that it does not exist. According to this view, our existence (action, suffering, willing, feeling) has no meaning: the pathos of 'in vain' is the nihilists' pathos — at the same time, as pathos, an inconsistency on the part of the nihilists. - Friedrich Nietzsche"
I have often wondered if I would belong to the Nihilistic school of thought or Existential. I still do not know. But one strange evening, when the day was long and the world was inexplicably melancholy, this came to my head -
Look at me my friend,
Can you tell me where the crest broke off;
And the wave rolled away?
When we let go of our colours;
And started being gray?
Too afraid to do what we want to.
Too bitter to do what we must.
Always on the brink of something.
And falling back to the limbo and rust.
We are all unique.
We all go through the same cycle.
No motive. No need. No higher purpose,
Just survival.
Another stone in the road,
Another dot in the line.
We will die as we lived.
Nondescript.
Plain.
Ordinary.
-G
Friday, October 26, 2007
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Whatever happened to the 'Delhi book pilgrimage'?
Still on. Am not getting enough time to write. Have the photos in place :)
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