It was a Sunday - dreary old man amidst all his daily chores sat beside me telling tales of evolution of a man from his early childhood to ripening adulthood. I now remember with a heart cold as stone, all that he said and I don't see where he went wrong. However, I am equally wary of any outcome that we might expect to face at the dusk of another civilization.
And, the question I am faced with is, where are the beautiful things?
In primary school, I used to glance at books stocked up in the library. And they came in colors of blue, purple, pink and crimson. Beneath colored layers of plastic and hard bound cover pages, I would find the message more pertinent than colors alone. But as colors slowly turn to fade from my life, I find the message diminishing in stature also. Although the message underlying the substance still holds some importance in my heart, but what are colors that bind the world together? They are colors of objects, material and skin.
Where is the beauty surrounding rudimentary truth?
I wish I could go back to school. What then? Another cycle, a few more milestones set ahead of me during penultimate years and a vale of tears in the end.
Man, I'd last read has evolved from apes. And from loving bananas that nature bore so we could live and grow, we've turned into apes that love bananas alone - snatching at each others' prey - hibernating within our shells - void of courage to face the truth - oblivious of the fact that we were once apes and not dogs wagging our tails at every piece of meat that lay in front of us and disputing lack of meat. Where is the beauty? I miss you.
Graphite I heard was non-renewable. So kids could write with synthetic pencils. Why aren't kids still introduced to pens so they can write at the first attempt without having to wipe anything out? Why are mistakes still not accepted when two hundred years down the line we'll not find traces of Graphite on the surface of earth 'cause there will be none? Who do we prepare to be right - these kids that feed at the cost of another?
We've fought within ourselves so we could rise and fall. We've conquered nature together so we could all live. And now when a section of our human population still battles obstacles raised and caused by other humans, we're again struggling to keep up with the laws of nature and gravity.
Newton, if you hadn't raised a farm and a couple of apple trees, I would not have loved physics as much. But, these days it seems to me like people love physics so much as to oppose gardens and apple trees rather sell apples and construct multi-storied buildings in place.
I loved science. I wanted to become a scientist. But this society made an engineer out of me. It wanted me to create objects using the same principles of science, but the end product create havoc and destroy all scientific principles that I once loved. Where is Newton?
And, the question I am faced with is, where are the beautiful things?
In primary school, I used to glance at books stocked up in the library. And they came in colors of blue, purple, pink and crimson. Beneath colored layers of plastic and hard bound cover pages, I would find the message more pertinent than colors alone. But as colors slowly turn to fade from my life, I find the message diminishing in stature also. Although the message underlying the substance still holds some importance in my heart, but what are colors that bind the world together? They are colors of objects, material and skin.
Where is the beauty surrounding rudimentary truth?
I wish I could go back to school. What then? Another cycle, a few more milestones set ahead of me during penultimate years and a vale of tears in the end.
Man, I'd last read has evolved from apes. And from loving bananas that nature bore so we could live and grow, we've turned into apes that love bananas alone - snatching at each others' prey - hibernating within our shells - void of courage to face the truth - oblivious of the fact that we were once apes and not dogs wagging our tails at every piece of meat that lay in front of us and disputing lack of meat. Where is the beauty? I miss you.
Graphite I heard was non-renewable. So kids could write with synthetic pencils. Why aren't kids still introduced to pens so they can write at the first attempt without having to wipe anything out? Why are mistakes still not accepted when two hundred years down the line we'll not find traces of Graphite on the surface of earth 'cause there will be none? Who do we prepare to be right - these kids that feed at the cost of another?
We've fought within ourselves so we could rise and fall. We've conquered nature together so we could all live. And now when a section of our human population still battles obstacles raised and caused by other humans, we're again struggling to keep up with the laws of nature and gravity.
I loved science. I wanted to become a scientist. But this society made an engineer out of me. It wanted me to create objects using the same principles of science, but the end product create havoc and destroy all scientific principles that I once loved. Where is Newton?
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