Magnificent things happen on life. Some people even start loving the hungry solitude that eats their very minds and souls.
Man transcends into a state is spiritual intoxication when the melancholy loneliness droops over him and covers his heart like a black shroud. This transitional state of mind is enjoyed by not those who are hunted by its reapers but rather enjoyed by those who bear its mild yoke. The embalmed darkness caresses the body like green blades of vast meadows punctuated by the vibrant butterflies dancing in its perfumed ether. The mind is light and the heart is heavy. One can experience the greatest pleasures God has kept on in store for us by searching in the galleries of such confused loneliness. One needs no song, one needs no anthem, one just needs the situation of that deep emotion. Fortunate are those who wear such ornaments adorned by the sparkling diamonds falling from their watery eyes. Their sullen heart’s despair inspires poets in their solitary confinements. Pioneers like Shelley and Keats have done their job and have ages ago mingled into the silent ethers across the Styx. But such legends live forever in those warm hearts who seek warmth from those who are cold.
Neutral friends are great inspirations in such times. People sometimes find the best of friends in old trees ageing half a century or more. Standing firmly upright for scores of seasons, whether be gray or be white. Gentle infant smiles often touch the depths of dusky souls giving them trifling pleasures. Life is beautiful, whether it be experienced by mourning over memories, lying on the floors of dingy, dark halls or enjoying nature’s glory in the vast vegetations and valleys, sunrise and sunsets, farms and forests, Meadows and marshes, falls and fields, rivers and ravines, mountains and deserts.
21st June 2004
