We have come a long way. Too far from the verdant splendour of life. And as if we are all lost in the wilderness of life - the life that endows us with the bounty of pain and pleasure, the summum bonum of our being and essence. We have exhausted all our energy in quest of more and more extravaganza of nothingness. And our beings are paying dearly and bearing the brunt of this catastrophic predicament. Is there no light at the end of the tunnel?

Yes, there is light if we are intent on discovering it through hardships and through struggling for getting at the truth. Truth is the essence of sparkling light. A spark of truth can be in a small measure a prairie fire to bring about a sea change in our lives so far as the joy and beauty of life are concerned. Truth is omnipotent, omniscient and ubiquitously existent but always wrapped in mystery. We have to demystify it exploring all its essences to a vantage point so that we can get hold of our creative faculties in a meaningful mission.

This missionary zeal is what is our life should be up to. We have come a long way but we have reached nowhere, we have not achieved anything worthwhile. The time has come to pause for a while to think and act. Think whether we have achieved anything worthwhile. Think why there is so much suffering. Why so much injustice? So much inequality and disparity among the people? Why so much moral degradation? Why so much wastage of natural resources? There are so many why-s and wherefore-s to look back.

And we will look back to look farther forward. With that view in mind, we will talk. We will talk anything and everything under the sun. From anthropology to zoology, from anthem to zither. We will be the message board of our own collective mind. We will think intelligently and sensibly. We will talk intelligently and sensibly. And we will act accordingly. We all think but we really do not know how to think creatively and constructively. We will ask all questions and we will ask for answers.

We will think and act collectively and that is what should be the mission of our lives.

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Ride, my child, ride
Your long shadow will ride with you
It is your shadow that gives you splendour and delight
You cross the ocean, you cross the island
You never miss the fragrance of innocence
It is your innocence that kisses your shadow
Your innocence vibrates in punctual rhythm
Your life flies like birds of freedom.

Where is your home, my child?
Who combs your unruly hair?
Who whispers lullaby in your ear?
I know, my child, you are the child of yesterday
To-morrow des not bring you love and care
Nobody lifts his finger to allay your fear.
O, my fearless child, ride and ride
Covering a long distance of life
Some day you will reach the world of fortune.

Riding with the shadow
You will hold aloft your dream and hope
You will rain on a cloudless night
Ay your feet the whole world will dance
And like a white swan you will swim
Crossing all frontiers of hope and despair.

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Human behaviour is such a uniqe thing that we never happen to think that it can chaange societal pattern of the whole world. But Darwin's theory of evolution says that human behaviour has no role to play in the process of 'natural selection'. 'Natural Selection' is a Darwinian patented norm that places nature as one stop forward to mould the pattern of our living system.

Mutation does spontaneously occur in the hereditary substance 'genome' and that occurs per chance only. That is to say that changes in conformity with the Natural Selection are merely fortuitous, it is abrupt and chancy. The individual cannot influence the hereditary treasure transmitted through the faculty of the parents and neither it has any influence on the hereditary treasure it bequeaths to its offspring.

At the same time it is to be keenly noted that acquired traits are not inherited properties. Julian Huxley has started from where Darwin has left. He extended Darwin's theory by accepting the fact that a change of behaviour per se does not get fixed genetically by way of intrusion into the chromosome structure but nonetheless it acts on the process of natural selection.

Behaviour mechanism is a continual process and it is not genetically determined. An individual might have a clever hand but until and unless he uses it objectively, he cannot posses a clever hand. He can do anything by using his clever hand. So to say, a good mutation has the tendency to induce the selection of its complementary ones and to make them viable by natural selection.

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The sky is coming closer
Shining day has closed its light
Between horizon and horizon
And clouds from clouds
Twilights rising and fading simultaneously
Long day passing into oblivion
Only the stars over the night are twitching their eyes.

Gods have shed their daily tears
They have prayed their last prayers
They have worshipped the lesser mortals
All souls have finished their rituals
As if it is time to call it a day
As if it is turning point into the ages oblivious of antiquity
Human souls are upholding the glory of times
Without knowing the ultimate consequences
The dark river has flowed into the ocean
And all birds have returned to their nests.

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Your world is full of gray desires, desires that give you neither hope nor despair. Joy and sorrow never violate the rules of your perfumed world. When agony strikes at the heart of your desires, you plunge into your holy dip. You do not know evenly whether you attain salvation. But you rest assured as ever. You drink the cup of nectar and you live long, as long as your desires take you home in a holy grail of your world.

In your world, there is no rain or sunshine. There is no time and space. It is timeless, its space is spread over volcanic distance. You walk and walk, you sail across with your white ship that carries you to your desired frontier where neither fish nor fowl swim across your desired dream. You think not, you dream not. It is like a sojourn into a untreaded zone. When the siren call comes, you too take your breath away.

But you die not, you live not. You just change your guise. You are disguised in your own veil. The veil is not all too clear to the confused eyes. The veil removes all disguises from your swift desires. It is somber feeling that you cherish and that is what makes all the difference. The earthly creatures see you as ca creature from the other world where desires never stoke the fire But still you rest assured as ever.

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When you love me it is a fair play
Yet you you do not keep me on the path of your love
Then why do you love me?
If you love me love on the path of your love
Your love should meet the path of my love.

Love never walks on the untrodden path
Love never bends like your whims
It is your whim that betrays you
It is your innocence that knows not what love is.
When you put yourself into the cauldron of love
Love burns you to the smouldering sanity
It will sail you across the farther land on the untrodden path
You will touch at its feet when you choose to love.

The proud possession of your love is your soul
Your soul never trails behind your destiny
It is your destiny that will show you the path
And you can swim along the storms of love
Love only shows you the right path of humanity.

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