Many extol the virtues of a beautiful sculpture carved out of stone. They say that only when a stone endures the strikings of a sculptor's chisel and bloom into an attractive form can its life (!) be fulfilled. Don't you think its 'fulfillment' is quite unnatural? What the stone finally turns out to be is the dream of the sculptor, not that of the stone. The thoughts and aspirations belong to the sculptor. The stone, which though was 'deformed' earlier in the eyes of the beholder, had its own individuality and freedom which was lost when the chisel touched it for the first time. Did the stone want to become a beautiful, 'meaningful' statue? May be, may be not.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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