One dark room. One candle. One rocking chair. One wooden window. One lamp post on the street. That's what life is made of.
We question our physical life too much. That what is a manifestation of our mind, and mind only, and stay away from the real one to give way to beliefs that are not even ours, but more often than not, borrowed and stale.
Intelligence and hunger are parallel to each other, one supplementing the other one well enough to sustain through an un-ending arrays of thoughts.
We question our physical life too much. That what is a manifestation of our mind, and mind only, and stay away from the real one to give way to beliefs that are not even ours, but more often than not, borrowed and stale.
Intelligence and hunger are parallel to each other, one supplementing the other one well enough to sustain through an un-ending arrays of thoughts.