What is there to heave a sigh of relief? At the end of the day, all scores are settled. And amicably so. All dues are paid and repaid. And in full. What is there to regret? Nothing so much. Still it pinches, albeit. Yet there is nothing much to repent. Are the days are numbered? And so soon? There is much to do and to be done. What is there to feel so undone? What has been done cannot be undone. There is nothing to feel undone. And as such. Daily diary is wrapped in dust, mysterious dust. It is burning in sparkling fire, as though. Fire and fume. Fire and fume comes together hand in hand. Life is jerking fearlessly. What for? All is wrapped in that mysterious fire. Will that fire ever be extinguished? Will that mysterious dust ever be settled. At the end of the day it again the beginning, the beginning of an end. It is an endless odyssey. A journey into the eternal world, into the eternity...into the immortality.

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Moments of truth floating by
Flickering time looks at the immortal sea
Huge hope of trembling tranquility fails
All in matter of moments of joy.

Moments have stopped for a moment
Dewy feelings singing a song of violence
The mortal nature as if dying for a moment.

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Do you know that the celebrated writer of the book The Wealth of Nations proposed something in his book which may sound a bit amazing to all of his admirers? He made a suggestion that open debate of discussion be laid bare to the preachers of all faiths, creeds and denominations to administer an easy remedy to their religious fanaticism, mutual misunderstanding and false promises for the beyond world.

He also suggested that ‘the study of science and philosophy’ be made compulsory to these breed of people aspiring to be theist preacher or priest for gaining access to some kind of sanity and rationality and they should undertake a period of probation before they are finally confirmed in their service or profession. Is not it something interesting to recapitulate?

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Frederick Engels commented in his illustarious book 'The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State' that "...the determinig factor in history is, in the last resort, the production and reproduction of immediate life. But this itself is of twofold character.

On the one hand, the production of the means of subsistence, of food, clothing and shelter and the tools of requsite therefore; on the other, the production of human beings themselves, the propagation of species." These are the two kinds of production are observed in the practical world for the sustainibility of all, one within the factory premise and the other family of flesh and blood. Out of families the constitution of society is founded and the outcome of the factory gives rise to a broad spectrum of economy. The third sector, that is, polity joins to form an embedded state.

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According to F Engels, family, factory and polity form a constitute whole in the form of state. The relation between the three are divergent. Polity, that is, political organization is dynamic and volatile and is always changing and moving. But the mobility of economy is rather slow to move and the society is the slowest of all. It is generally sluggish as far as its mobility is concerned. Science and technology acts on the productivity as a result of which economy gets a boost to develop. Under the impact and influence of economy the society is continually transformed.

The impact of transformation of society acts on the economy and polity. This is the pattern of Western Europe. It is to be noted that in certain circumstances, the society and economy get seamlessly embedded in such a way that a situation arises when a low-level equilibrium trap costs the vitality of the society and the society becomes stagnant and stunted. This is usual course of history.

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The shadows will evaporate you
The long silence has cast its shadow
Once you cross the divine land
You cannot come back for a while.

The raptured silence will take you nowhere
The fractured existence will pull you back
You decide where to go for salvation.

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