Questions..

Why are people so averse to questions? why, what, how, where, when...they open spaces, delimits, makes horizons available. Is the resistance coming from butting against 'i dont know?' but then after 'i dont know' is the option of 'seeking to know' and hence 'knowing.' Is 'i dont know' so bad then? Unless 'i dont know' is in itself caged in 'i am made wrong' for 'not knowing' - a kind of default state that brings forth the 'survival gadgets' to the fore and the field autoready for a guerilla warfare between one identity of a human being with another.

Being made wrong..

It does not feel nice to justify myself, especially when I have not done wrong. Feel small and helpless, before I get all righteous and rage with impotent anger directed at no one in particular. It takes way my love for fellow beings. There is big-small, right-wrong, good-bad, dominant-docile. Them and me, the conversations that keep the identity intact, becomes pretty prominent then. Making someone wrong/being made wrong has such multiple effects on the 'system' inside and outside, and much collateral damage. Seeing things from this light, it is not very difficult to understand how identies get constructed, and how the self - that all-mighty, all-pervading, magnanimous, unstoppable force within - takes refuge in an identity for its survival.

Unmoving moving nonmover..

...while the waters fret and froth and gurgle, the deep waters quietly go about its business allowing life to draw from its nature.. in its own pace..in its own way.

Exploring the sense of taste..

Wonder if there is some truth to this thought...package food/restaurant food has a peculiar taste to it, like some element (taste) that makes it 'not homemade.'.. or maybe i havnt eaten in the best of places to know any better.  Does freshness have a taste of its own?

Awareness stratification??

Being focused on task at hand while simultaneously being aware of whatever is going on around (Or) being totally focused on task at hand at the exclusion of all else around? (or) primarily involved with task at hand while allowing the body to absorb whatever is happening around, i.e.mind on task, rest faculties on alert antenna mode, perhaps.

Movement..

It was a pretty long sentence meandering through different spaces of emotion experience and speculations though maybe not exactly differentiated as those but more like a spectrum of two or more of it in confusing paces and then came a comma, maybe to re-read what was written or maybe the sentence just paused to catch its breath or to jerk off something heavy on its shoulders, whatever may have been the reason, the sentence and the writer having resolved something now chugg along cautiously in quiet determination.

Moveie 127 now!

"If I believe, that is all there is"