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We may assume that common sense is acting to achieve a goal, keeping the larger good in mind. The law, religion and etiquette all teach us not to ride roughshod over others in our own interest. Most of us are shocked when we see this basic principle being flouted. Over a period of time, we … Continue reading Common Sense
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Your post makes me think about how we define and create our own reality, sticking to the safe and familiar. Knowing too much would create discomfort. A cousin who recently retired said he has taken to reading books on world history, and finds that large sections of mankind have always been racial and cruel. I’d … Continue reading Food
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The Hindus in India believe that properly performed religious rituals release the soul from ties established in a lifetime. A fortnight in September is designated "Shradha Paksh", when people perform a small religious ritual and feed the monks or poor, to pay respect to the departed souls. Crows are treated as representatives of ancestors for … Continue reading Releasing the dead
numb to the boneI reflect on stupendous daysdid my life turn aroundor is it only a view? Am I the same personwho woke up with a yawnto smell the coffee,swallowed all venom, shed skin several timesemerged wiserbut a different personat the end of day? So what ifthe venue’s still the sameI’ve traveled thousand mileslong before … Continue reading End of Day
I believe that synchronicity is the result of the universe sending us signals for something we don’t understand. It happens to me in small ways all the time. You think about someone, and the person calls. A delayed parcel arrives just as you plan to lodge a complaint. My husband and I may think about … Continue reading Synchronicity
