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Across The Universe

Across The Universe is my favorite song by the Beatles. And it's not because the song was sent to space by NASA to commemorate 40 years of its existence. Or the hoopla that the song generated when it was released in 1968, mostly due to Lennon's undying love and exaggerated display of emotions for Cynthia, his wife back in those days. However, the song to me resembles all that is above the material world we exist in. How Lennon transcends beyond his material existence to a universe of his own, stubborn to resist any changes that earthly incidents, creatures or circumstances could bring about in him is significant and a true depiction of all that we experience in our day to day lives. Things often go wrong, unexpectedly. Our responses to external stimuli, corresponding actions and behavior is not always within our control and self control is anyway a very hard thing to achieve. And there's no way we can change the world. Or for that matter us. Instinct is inborn or born out of impulse. And impulse is force over a period of time. What remains constant is gravity. Though every mass that is attracted to another changes indeterminately by nature of its force. So we cannot change the world anyway.

However, one thing we have yet to explore beyond physical realms is the universe. And this sense of mystery surrounding our universe, the omnipresent, the non-obvious, this alluding sense of reality that transcends our material selves is a perfect way to seek shelter and step into a parallel world - the universe, never limiting and vast.

And when our words cease to matter, they find refuge amongst the vast and expanding universe, free of matter and gravity. Sometimes this gravity is a killer. Time to step into the universe - welcome to my world. 
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