I do not take you for granted, Holden.
Thank you and neither do I. I have noticed that you having been posting a lot more message on the board of late and I guess,you do that because it brings to you a degree of solace as it brings to me.From my perspective,I could not be happier,this is really a feast for me -to be able to read so many things written by you.
Its a pity that the US,surely of the the richest countries in the world, has not been provide better support to you.As for India, it appears to me, that all it could afford is a Kafka,meaning someone who works full time and then writes/thinks/philosophizes/studies maths in his own time but not a Schopenhauer.
Russel writes that "Most people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so."I have a hunch that most of the people who work in my company try to forget themselves and focus on work,work which is mostly soul-crushing.
But they would rather be slaves and work the whole day long than think about this strange predicament they find themselves in.They follow the script in letter and in spirit.Even the slightest of deviations from it is enough to reduce them to a quivering jelly.
People like you are rare,in that, you wish to squarely face the predicament.
A girl of about five or six,in the street, was selling roses.Ten rupees for a rose. She begged to me buy one. She said"Brother,please do buy one rose". And it hurt me deeply. She is, to call a spade a spade, a beggar.A beggar at the ripe old age of six.And yet this is what the machine of existence produces in large quantities.
It is enough to test the patience of a saint and I am not one. I did not buy the rose. I just hurried away.I hope some of the couples, there were many around that place, would have bought it from her. It just hurts to see her plight because I could have been that girl myself.
Whatever it is that brought us into being ,it could very well be perpetual.That little girl might be stuck selling roses on that street corner forever.The roses looked dead.And while I could not detect any smell, I felt sure they must be emitting nauseating smell.
Another kid was sitting in the bifurcation area.Between two roads with heavy traffic.His eyes turned to stone. Maybe a his soul too.
Take care.