Unimportant Thoughts, Ideas

He was sitting on a huge rock in what appeared to be a tropical desert. He sat there like how hermits sit when they meditate. I don’t think it would be necessary for me to describe the way he looks like. He looked like a hermit who was meditating and laid beside him was a bundle of what appeared to be clothing and a walking stick resting beside him.

His mouth was uttering something and his gaze was pointed downwards, as if he was talking to someone sitting beneath the huge rock, “Alright then”, he said. His voice sounded ripe with age but it still had the firmness and clarity in it. “Before I start I would like to tell you in advance that my intentions in telling you this are purely to open up to you and to share my views but most importantly because I haven’t spoken to anyone for a very long period. However you wish to take it is completely up to you. And this is all you’re going to get from me after this you may continue your journey and you leave tomorrow at dawn and so will I if you don’t.” He said in a calm manner but in a way that makes you understand that he meant each word.

He looked up at the skies for a few moments his face looked weak and weary in the evening sun. He dropped his gaze again and continued with a more serious pitch in his voice, “I’ve been noticing this phenomenon for a long time and even though it didn’t really affect me but for some reasons I started thinking deeply about it, it could be the boredom of being alone, I suppose.” He laughed a little though his expressions didn’t change. He looked down and noticed no one was laughing with him and with a slight motion of his head and a wave with his hand across his face, he added, “Which may also be the explanation for my isolation.” He paused and stared blindly ahead as if thinking of something really deep but his expression remained the same.

“The people you live with in what I may consider the modern world today are too busy chasing dreams, dreams that when I dream in my sleep I only realize that it was a dream after I wake up, what if I wake up again? And for you to live with them makes you share the same mode of thinking. Simply because what the majority does and acts as, is considered the truth and wisdom, for most.

And of course there are the separation of classes, the categorist, and the status to behold; that mirrors the success or happiness of an individual.

Before I drift away drowning my self in what would appear as sheer bitterness. The time for me to convey what my point exactly has come and it is; if there were no double standards and classes and if people give away what they didn’t need there won’t be poverty of any sorts. There is no harm in dreaming for a happier surrounding and happier people instead of dreaming for only the self.

Surely one would take my views as hypocritical and naïve similar to a child’s dream, but just consider it as an idea.”

““The principal of limitation, the more you limit yourself, the more inventive you become. A prisoner in solitary confinement for life is very inventive; a spider can be a great amusement to him.

We recall our schooldays, we were at an age where no aesthetic reference was considered in the choice of those who were to teach us, for that reason they were often boring; how inventive we were before then! How much could it amuse us to have caught a fly and hold it captive under a nutshell and watch the fly run around with it! How much fun we got from cutting a hole in the desk, putting a fly in it, and peeking down at it through a piece of paper! How entertaining it can be to listen to monotonous drip of water from the roof! How profound an observer one becomes, the slightest noise and movement does not escape us! Here we have the outer reach of principle which seeks to reach intensively not extensively.

The more creative people can be in changing the methods of cultivation, the better. But every simple change will lie in the general rule of remembering and forgetting. All life moves within the two streams, and so it is important to have them under the control of this rule. Not until one has thrown hope overboard does one begin to live artistically as one as one hopes he cannot limit himself.””

And after saying that he sat there motionless signaling that he was done with his speech. He stood up with the help of his stick and his other hand holding his possession. Got down the rock without much trouble and Walked past his invincible pupil and dispersed away.