I mean, really? Are stories told in sentences? Stories - with their attached morals and respective singular emotions which overlap and merge into a combined feeling? The bigger the story the stronger and more complex, the feeling? And by its very intensity and motiliy, do emotions in fact, mean joy, or excitement, to be exact? Is it all about excitement, then? And do the negative emotions mean nothing but the lessening of the excitement due to the repetitiveness of thought? And hence, emotions and excitement - does one seep out of the other in an inverse relationship, proving that commonly held concept of vice versa?

However, are stories in a line lost, for failure of recognition? But, is it really our duty to recognize them? Rather, we only let them, pass through us and leave behind their lingering of presence in us, not?

Confusion is a joy.

Surely it is?

Probably why certainty is boring. Probably why soaps are a hit. Probably why drugs are fulfilling. Probably why love is exciting. Probably why facts are tedious. Probably why the empty sky is maddening. Probably why abstract is seductive.

Because thought wanders in space and stops at an end. Until it finds a hole leading to another emptiness.

Food habits

I eat fast. I have table manners that manage to escape being disgusting.

I am a vegetarian. When I was a kid, I ate meat. Then I was told what meat really is. So, I stopped. Now, I still don't eat meat because it is a habit I got used to; and by no means a bad one. An inconvenient one, maybe. Actually, once in a while I have a taste just to know that I'm not missing out on what I'm missing.

Also, meat is quite difficult to eat, what with the bones and everything. It is not worth that much effort.

I have a strict notion of what I like and dislike. This used to be a problem when I was a kid. I was adamant then - "I will take in only that which I like." I've grown over this. I still have a strict notion of what I like and dislike complete with order of preference, but I no longer make a fuss about what I'm served and eat without complaint.

I always had a problem with sour things - curds. Something about that particular sourness which divides people into curd-lovers and curd-haters. Most sour things are supposed to be things that have gone bad. There are also unripe mangoes that are so sour, that the only thing that lasts post that experience of eating it, is a twang which clouds all memory of the sourness one endured with wincing eyes. I don't mind these mangoes.

I also used to like hot and spicy foods - ones that lash out at you. I still like them although not with the same aggression with which I used to. Also, I have started to appreciate subtle tastes as well but still detest bland things with a feeling so strong as to require the usage of the word 'detest'.

I have a sweet tooth. In fact, I think I must revise the phrase to say I have sweet teeth. In fact, I love sweets so much that my grandmother has lavished me them, and my mother has been keen on restricting my consumption of them for the sake of fear. Nevertheless, my liking for them has not declined, though my consumption has. Also, I no longer go seeking them too much.

I used to be a food fanatic. Somewhere, I seem to have lost the zest for food. It doesn't unease me. It just so happened. Doesn't mean I don't eat. Doesn't even mean I no longer enjoy it. Just means, that I no longer complain. Just means, that I only give it the value of something you can as casually refer to, as food.

Ways of life.

Dog : I am aware.

Horse : I'm just here.. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here, though. Well, I'm just here!

Cat : Hey, look, I mean no harm. Just let me scuttle away now, ok?

Cow : I'm just chewing some cud; what do you want?

Bull : What the hell do you want? Don't piss me off now!

Calf : Umm.. I think.. Whatever my parents said..

Crow : I don't really make a fuss.

Rat : I'm curious and I'm scared.

Elephant : Oh God! This is tiring.

Camel : Ok, Let's get this over with.

Chimpanzee : Wait, what?

Monkey : No, don't dare!

Some random points-of-view

Observations are of two types - concrete packets and rays.

Concrete packets hit and trigger.

Rays seep and spread and radiate.

Both have their own thrill.

But as mechanically and romantically as the adjectives that are used to describe them, the rays overwhelm concrete packets in terms of beauty.

And finally it all comes down to beauty or the feigning of its appreciation.

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Shallowness is a wrong concept.

There is only seldom used and often used, buried and available.

But the unveiling, the discovering is the thrill.

The added one.

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Empires are always so directly associated with lost empires and war.

The two predominant associations of emotion.

Lost empires are lost people not lost individuals.

Individuals discovered their identities as a lost people.

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A level of entropy or disorder is always maintained.

Where one is controlled, the other ravages.

If one is more controlled, the breaking of the boundary will be severe and deep.

Just like positive-negative balance, the positive&negative-neutral balance is also maintained.

Time and its accessories

Time flies when you don't pay attention

Time slows down when you watch it closely.

Maybe, it is just observing details of something when watching it closely.

The details of time are the moments.

The richer time is of moments, the more significant it becomes - the past.

Time is full of the past.

The future is generally just a singular quantity of time.

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In 'Time and tide wait for none.' , time has a negative role - of being the usurper.

Tide is the good guy, the consistent, the unconditionally loving.

So, overall, the quote is quite neutral.

But people fail to see tide's significance only noticing time.

Evil always gets precedence for notice.

Just priority - nothing conspiratorial.

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Free time is a dreamer's dream.

But free time is enjoyable only because time is so costly.

When time becomes worthless, the worthlessness of time becomes worthless - like how vacations are meant for workers.

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'Time being' - What a phrase!

The extension of a moment to make it into a canopy, a net to break the fall of an action.

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Of being caught up in the past - If its worthy of more thought than it received, then why not?

Future has only limited possibilities anyway, the possibility that longing offers.

When one gets tired of the possibility of longing, why not go back to the once had?