Madhu Goteti
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The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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Life
BRINGING LIGHT BACK TO LIFE Into dying arms of fate my mien was staged stillborn As topsy-turvy over twisted brows, inlaid upon those majestic crowns O! Such stuff hung up in air, quite contrary on its own Into airings put forth as untenable breaches; Unto risings ineffable so tempestuously grown O! Look! To that, A subdued pang, a dead beat to an impulse, still lingers on, And ,as of , in cut-throat melancholy, none the worse, for that : I was born Yet seeding beneath those constant twists a humble hope hankered on For though, as in the broken, A wreathing arrow affronts its harrows, And so frighteningly— comes up forging on Therein, my feebler spirit lifts off it’s own wings, gathering hope to carry on Thusly, as the raging yonder eclipses it’s own virtues to a world so scurrilously spun To that, my heart, from dead beat to cold fleets, seeks it’s own contents’ calm And thereof, thinking, when I shut it all up, the hearth shall finally feel —that —fealty warmth?! Then the rendering speech lights up the day, as though, a new morn has gotten freshly born And, as if, showing up in words, as it duly does, penning in all other paradoxical forms But, even though to some, all this may seem like a passing flaunt Hereby, I do dare to bear what others have blundered upon Unsayable, as it is, in this diverse world of unequals , the secular in me just carries on. Yet thereupon, for this silence to play it’s dirge, over and above, those dying groans… To that, I move on …. And to that roar as in a vowed voice doubling along ‘Tis Quite right, when you say: I was transformed...Yes, Into another —into which, my essence was taken; And like a presence in transitions, I was left to bygones ! But that was, when I was young, with innocence lain upon coffins for others to mock on ! Crucially so, many rough rufflers were then called upon , And they—with their two fold follies, dug up graves, into which I was casually thrown Not so much as in reality, my essence in presence, with no traces of the formerly —seemed totally all gone Yes, life with its ups and downs, did surprise me with its own divulging turns Tacitly tearing an image—so commonly found… O! Look ..LIFE …in mild sleeps still echoed along Then, time as swift as six scores to sevens also buddied along For if in living there were adversaries, then in giving, every faulted destiny chased me around …. And on and on and on to stand, came treaties to make their tireless runs Onwards they moved with mirths growing, growling to take on their final ground Thereof it all appeared, stamped and sealed —as if ‘twas “already normed.” To that , While abhorring the senselessness hopscotching my soul, everything seemed —as though —some evildoer had spun that pun all around So much so —unforeseen, and with all the extended envies, there came many discomforting turns And for every renewing day under the sun, and until it was all —finally—said and done — Perhaps there, my WILL, the bread n butter of my sustenance ,kick- balled me to another spun —supposedly —a powerful tireless run! Seemingly determined, reviling me into quite another, but in actuality, I was literally overturned Certainly, That WILL —which tried well to distill my deaths’ mocking returns, and much like life ‘outliving itself , I h’d found myself—lost and seemingly found … Yeah! But journey continued on … That in which we expect one thing, altogether another gets pushed around So Why ?! So why redeeming us so, O! Lord, such a WISE rushes on? Of what worth is this barter when heaven’s glory—Pays a heavy price to every Ounce Is this life ? Yes, it’s this —sweet life with it’s renewed intensity, just renews itself back for a chance..as if to bounce back with an expectant glance Yet again … life …it keeps on going …Scattered unsheathed to every service of the heart, and to every mind toiling hard and in recurring resets THAT time remains in time, as though, totally rewound… Time unbound ?! Further on …then a light emerges piercing shadows to be found; quickly risen to ascend and dance, Out of nowhere yet very much —there as if fully tranced... In its sheer evanescence, it gets up, dresses up, for yet another —naked truth to be reborn Yes , erasing this existence which makes it’s false claims, and thereupon, A new I or with renewed eyes I shall be newly BORN .... Plucked from a consequence as I walk through those eternal paths, quite unbound Yes, failing to fetch me at first ,my maker, keeps me , thusly, spellbound! Yet this journey which invariably accompanies me from birth to death and also rebirth, affirms to say this — Come, slide pass on and go on until all stages are over and your pithy work is all done —until then, carry on! © ✍️ Madhu Goteti March 27th , 2025
By Madhu Goteti 9 months ago in Poets
Resignation
Of lately, I have been touched (suggestively,) by this growing AI movement. And, one among the many acts that I choose to do is: Resign to it! Whether I resign to it or resign from it —the truth remains —it has touched me —deeply. Got it! This is my hand 🤚🏼 to notice. At any rate, a type of “awakening,” is instituting itself on all fronts and it is claiming its obnoxious presence all over the realities that we have come to believe! A sort of make belief ( I suppose,) outside the realm of “space -time,” continuum. And quite honestly, as I try to conceive or rather perceive these upcoming realities, I see divinity in people bridled over synthetic tendencies. Also, the eminence of science coursing through our minds ( as if, with infinite fortitude,)sensitizes me towards the regenerative powers of AI. And so, the possible vision when indulged—reveals a metamorphosis—wherein, humanity might not remain as it once was. The irony of being brought up to that point signifies either a triumph or a defeat of whatever shall be left of “us,” in the true sense of our “individualities,”remaining intact. However, that might not be the total truth. Hence, I insist to express my final adieus to life while standing up—in defense against the anguish of living amidst such a revised version of me that shall —no longer harbor “me” as “me” in the future. Yes, this does sound like the “hard problem of consciousness,”tangled in different parameters. Like an illusive impulse entangling humanity everybody might be brought to a point of following an unprecedented condition, wherein—I might also turn into a floating apparition. For example .. monkey say, money do and the rest must follow to pay 💰their dues 🙈 🙉 🙊 And among such perceived realities—the theory of consciousness shall transcend new beginnings,as though, restructuring itself at minuscule levels so as to skew the truth behind mind, life and thereby living. Think of an automata anime avatar coming into existence and ruling your presence in the digital world. Still further just imagine your mind mirroring it all as though you are neuro-linked. All this might seem like an abstraction but we are not far from it. If not already! Beware! Just imagine —Turning into some superlative existent phenomena wherein reality loses its way. You and I might perish or disappear into “nothingness.” No matter what, my imagination gives up claiming to achieve any specific kind of Supra understanding that might belie such a transformative era. I refuse to give into that. And so on and so forth, there could be more to imagine when you care to listen. What if —a scientifically programmed pill is handed over to us 💊 to overcome ourselves from our own original selves; be like abilities and capabilities put together for refinement. In that moment of knowing and not knowing exactly —what and why —where would you go? Where do you think your essence shall reside. Have you ever wondered— Where will your entity exist in such a state of existence. Will such a petrification rapidly cease our creative intuition as well as the critical mind? Will life become a relic, losing its spirit and real sense?! Those are the questions literally haunting me nowadays. So with that said, I am keeping this first person “resignation,” handy. I mean just in case everything becomes preposterous to handle by me. Yes, that would feel like a dispersion from the formerly and to that effect, I would have overstayed on this planet. Certainly, that would be like breaking the habit of being me, and emancipating “self,” to the point of no originality. And to realize that authenticity c’d be misled into such a false of “self view,” seems nothing short of an eradication. It’s a prospective that might emerge from somewhere else, but certainly, not from the roots of my own being. To any such probable (impending ,) apocalyptic doom , I resign in advance ! What haunting harmonies shall ascend or descend our nerves, and pendulously oscillate around many vagaries—only time can tell ! Furthermore, after slogging hard at my desk, here’s what I choose to pen 🖊️ as a parting dribble of drab. Snag, if you can ! Henceforward in the AI world, I wonder : What splendors of day and night shall specter me—I do not know. Will the future hold —one to many and many to one in an encapsulated mystery of unity to uphold common intelligence, and then, artificially applaud the myriad gods, much beyond and much above, the splendors of spiritual realms. What sort of rounded creativity w’d come of me in a muse when such a grace befalls via artificial intelligence (AI era.) To me, that all seems like an alien flippancy. Pardon me , I insist upon attaching self to my stubborn individuality and resist whatever transmutes through me in the name of artificial intelligence AI. And I know such a rationale might seem baffling to a spiritual vedantist but these are not ideas coming to any conclusion. Nobody knows about future in all surety. These are just probabilistic thoughts uncovering futuristic living —wherein—I am being precocious enough to seek permission from self to free myself from those exposed irrelevancies because such a situation might strike at my original-prolific-creativity and stop its natural flow. For in all that, my identity shall find itself artificially upended; trapped, swingling to tow and row endlessly in an amalgam of a meaningless void. At any rate this AI age makes me feel sussed 🙄. I feel staged over a contraption—much like an inflicted erasure of my original identity. The doctrine of being “differently seen,”sooner or later, will vanishing into a state of “oneness.” A loss of identity amidst promising changes flourishing over flooded mentalities. A Hegemonic-mechanized creed could emerge gradually, and thereby cast its elaborate forms to rule life in an ordered fashion. The notion of —oneness of☝️ spirit will transmute. A futuristic world where all of life c’d amass intelligence to extraordinary proportions—with the supple legacy of “individualities,” lain extinct. The genus of “homo,” itself might dissolve into what was once known of it to existence. Extinction! Yeah! Soon I will be there as well 😅And much before that sunset savage arrives fully, I am seeking my resignation from such a randomized functioning. Living to that point, as I fantasize might be like digging a hole with my own hands and sleeping in it fully circumcised. 😂 It shall be preposterous to witness the primal part of my “nature” gone and potentially, living in it,with no reason, might seem like an overstay. Such an opulence with no better end to cause, would tear me apart. I wouldn’t be me because AI would be stealing me from me. Imagine spooning your own mouth to allow AI to feed you to successfully arrive at some staged calamity. Such demonic power c’d be an offshoot of artificially contrived intelligence. What if, by any chance, it chooses to have a run away reaction. I might be half killed and find myself seeking fruition amid those confusing realities. Much like put amid the directive principles of faked falsities. And in all this, I shall miss my own original creative ingenuity.Nah baba nah 🙅! What I mean by that is : whatever value that cognition holds in retaining originality, that will be all gone. This AI era with its inventive edges, —undoubtedly, pretends to be more virtuous in form. Such new norming realities of “make beliefs,” could coax humanity into extinction. It may be noted that mankind in its journey of discovery and delight is approaching the plausibility of being unbeknownst to itself. Herein, admittedly, Darwin or Darwinian thought lies beyond the scope of this writing. As a tangent to the thought —that theory would claim none by assuming that nothing of its original course shall —finally remain. For example, the emergence of Artificial intelligence and the simultaneous rise of applied “consciousness,” staged over quantum levels of varying schemes might turn highly superlative. Subsequently, the acme of thought c’d awaken the following deep question: Could we be meeting gobbledygook systematicity, entailing us to confirm to unoriginal falsities. Where w’d a spiritualist exist in all this? With precision pushing philosophies —that far —where will divine entities or divinity reside?! The whole divinity will be pushed beyond its divine nature, formulating “Supra beings,” hovering over quantum levels of obscurities. To that point, I am reminded Schrödinger’s cat —one moment here , one moment there. Will empiricism sustain over such saber edges and pretend to have survived virtuously🙄 or will we all connect and become a generic property of some other zoned realities. Big question 🙋🏻♀️: Accordingly, will AI make centaurs of us all. I mean aren’t we reaching a point where a new era of order is contending to redefine, refine and reuse humanity and turn it into a sort of “machine bolted,” species with no reasoning of its own or perhaps, better said, our very own existence( in itself,) is being defined by varied simulations. I don’t approve of this. After the first incredulous shock given by social media age, I have awakened to many artificially contrived analogies in the name of experiential learning. Terrifying deliberations, I must say. And so, much before a meta-sized AI version of me arrives loathing in contempt over those pitiful sorrows —divinely mounted over AI platforms, I choose to pause , contemplate and resign! As a matter of fact over mind, just imagine this: our appearance and disappearance distinctively controlled, and in all that, our very own individualities—judiciously—made unreliable. That would be infernal 🔥 fire, which is likely to be worse than Russian torture. Will I be made unreal over contrived grounds of adequacies and inadequacies. This perhaps may sound like an astonishing reality to face but its not far off from not being exposed totally. Quiet enough, I won’t hiss with it, quivering to harvest such fiery pits of hell and effectively be thrilled to whisper : “O! Yea! That’s so fine! How wickedly attractive it is. There’s more to imagine in this AI world. It’s a matrix in which multifarious and multi dimensional approaches c’d reveal themselves as an intuitive enigma. This then, would illuminate or presuppose a lateral questioning about our true originality—identities. Such a stance in itself would assume a rigorous questioning. Particularly, might I say—where will be the “origins of our species?!” Everything would seem to be at the verge of emerging into a new doctrine of being “differently-alike,” or rather “seen-unseen.” A state of oneness ☝️ newly formed over a unified platforms of virtuous schemes. And consider all this as a rationale behind realistic behavior especially with respect of the preserved individuality and divine entities. That would be like cadence drawn towards a sacred shrill. All that ☝️ distinctively entangles a disturbing loss of individuality! I don’t contend to that very well. Origin of our species when taken as naturalistic is at the cusp of existential crisis! What counts to be human in all this?! Have you ever questioned that? I mean how can artificial be used for real —and for that matter of fact—affect consciousness. Conclusive 💭thoughts: Will AI control minds of humanity? Something about it feels troubling and terribly misleading. Never going cautious in the way I word it , it all seems like a Titanic Troy—legitimately tinkering our lives amid the livestreams of ironies already brought out by everyday realities. All that is surfacing for me to express in such a way that I feel like resigning from this AI world. At birth, I had signed up for a life that I w’d feel passionate about. What is this grace of artificial intelligence turning me into an automata. A contraption that’s breaking the habit of being the real me. Believe you me I have meditated 🧘♂️ 🧘🏽 🧘♀️ to that point in disbelief. There’s more to imagine — if YOU 👂 listen No assurances and insurances in such a staged life. So officially, I am stepping down. Today, however, I aspire to move towards a “new normal,” that I must scrutinize; a must for that change to come over my (age-old,) spirit. Call me a consciousness revolutionary ! The following justifies both a triumph and a defeat of whatever is left of the “real me,” in this world of make beliefs. After all, who am I to believe —this or that, with 💯 % surety ?! Influencer : a turning point stitched to the essence of my being. Incorporating the preceding experience —in words—it w’d be like casting self into a momentary conservancy! I know —some monks might call this : a point of “nothingness.” A point of mesmerizing mortuary ( seeking the eternal calm,) and arriving in such a manner as to express this : the final rapprochement of life is a make belief. Once again I stand in defense against such a living. Yes, I come from a land where think-tanks seep in the fields where microscopes 🔬 go far beyond observers keen. Imbued to me is this : to know thyself, and to see what you choose to see—out there, far beyond! Herein, the AI jury dismisses all phases of life in an hour of awakening, and apocalyptically holds a nadir of torpor over me. And hence —barely squeaked out—I wish to resign from such a living. It’s not a suicide. So please 🙏 don’t send in a squad in the name of a rescuing alibi. I promise boldly that I shall slowly perish in this composition and my soul shall ascend to vitality. And I know —no real money nor compensation c’d account for such a grace casted over me in this form of reprieve. Whatever it is, I vehemently seek reprieve. Yes! It’s an imperative to understand what a new life or a new beginning truly means—especially, in this context of the human race undergoing a major transformative change. This is an AI era, a sort of a complex form of construct, threateningly proposing to eradicate the basic luminous point of our origins. We are living at the edge of conscious revolution —heavily proposing to press- compress people on the basis of unique classifications of belongingness. The springing geopolitical crisis is silent reminder of similar grace and analogies. Just imagine —facts fixed to the gross and the opposite. A cosmic resizing —in the name of elevation. A cheering spirit that goes past and holds all in the glorification of all; a type which goes on in the name of unification and then, potentially everything shall seem STILL in sameness. Then again , just imagine —all this living —reshaping and redesigning bent over varied cultural scapes. Here is where a formless chaos can emerge. Wants and needs might take a different tilt-skew, meeting submissive over the debris of emotions. An alien environment shackling our souls amidst grossly trivialized bonds, automatically woven or superimposed from outside to make us proclaim resurrection automatically. Also imagine an outsourced spirit sealed in DNA 🧬 strands in the name of freely formed species. Therein, something shall linger. Potentially, something of living when living in it has completely GONE. The goodness gained would simulate something like: running 🏃♀️ 🏃♂️ 🏃 in streets —much like the the way life gets represented by everyone naturally —playing their own game of survival. Can we say each to his own or will it magnify towards “each to that unknown.” What legacies will stand in defense against such a anguished living. More likely, with it —the question of legitimacy of life might emerge? Something like: Who am I truly?! AI could reshape us to that extent. I wonder whether this could be a spiritual force of unification or something of anything appearing to make mankind more and more deficient. Here’s why I sign this Declaration of Independence from all directive shackles of eclipsing philosophies which is taking a pronounced turn into varied political outbursts all over the world. The above 👆 analogy points towards the formless chaos running 🏃♂️ thro’ the streets of graceful living with all quarters of gracious living gone. Here and there, a false-proof and not the “whole truth,” seemingly governs our day to day living. Hitherto, I am drawn to a different outlook, and I am preparing to rethink or redesign myself, naturally. An impulse or a force to resign from such a resurrection. Consider this more like a re-awakening overturned into a reversal. And I am not shy 🙈 to be remembered lovingly as yours truly while I end ✍️ this ☝️passage purporting me to RESIGN. Post Script : Don’t copy me. I just opened my soul to you, not my book 📖🤣 © Madhu Goteti , May 26th 2025
By Madhu Goteti Exclusive • 9 months ago
Ascend
ⲯ﹍︿﹍︿﹍ 𝙰𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍 ﹍ⲯ﹍ⲯ﹍︿﹍☼ Before the effort defies e'ery toil in vain Merge with resolve to emerge effectual again! And, so forth, repeating pretty much the same! Absolve in grit to include thyself in its name! While invoking bravado to be no less than any other claim, O self poised will, fetch faith upon life, yet to be more, deeply ingrained, Perhaps, seeking same in the same; like only to master that spirit in aim! And, by and by, time and again, soughing deeper than previously attained; Reaping miracles inexplicably ordained! As an enigma re-pinned to the mortal strain, fusing soul with th’t nebulous mein🧠 Though an aperture to ascend the brain, much more to pursue and emerge again; out from where full grown comes to be explained ! In reaching the one ☝️ than one’s self c’d actually proclaim! Believe! Yes, a belief in that colossal… As in that effect, persistence alongside endurance c’d be meaningfully sustained O seminal muscle amplest in mein, Trance me so, and forever let me—thusly remain, Retaining that gumption; much more to surpass that befitting “Who am I, “ in this game. O heavenly gliding liveliest rain! Formed and launched over verdant plains, As divinity spreading over faint odors of the monsoon rain; Awaken, awaken as fondest thrills, like joyous appearing, all unchanged! Of those clouds stationed upon these solemn plains Forthwith sprinkling blessings all over the terrain In such and forever so, I shall finally remain; much after me has fully attained Thus pouring “drippity-drops,” all amongst those resplendent grains Ever to spring out a desire for those wants to meet in exchange, And thereby, furnishing needs to flourish very well again ! Ah! such delights await to be fully obtained Amidst those mists as heavens encircle all around to reign
By Madhu Goteti 10 months ago in Poets
Dosey Doe Cavaliers
Dosey Doe Cavaliers © ✍️ Madhu Goteti April 28th, 2025 An elegiac poise! A unique tale of futuristic beings. It’s seemingly a premonition striking, and methinks : ‘Tis all casted in an instance of a freely formed idea —wherein, flagships of bravado are bestowed upon the best waggery. A long way short of saying—this is expected of those beings caught up in thorough automation for the best in them to bloom. Thusly, those beings c’d be regarded as “beastly bred,” to receive that coveted title: The Commodore’s Best Bet; a Dosey Doe Cavalier ! Synopsis: A sheer skepticism which searches for an admixture of “good and evil,” in the days of counterintuitive intelligence. Here’s a fuzzy logic, brewing in an atmosphere where what meets the eye 👁️ seems fully contrived as a sprig of imagination. Remember this is the grace assailing the age of artificial intelligence AI. Furthermore, with duplicity painted all over suspicion, perhaps, motives shall remain disguised. That’s politics as some may surely surmise! And so, more so, when the gullible are knavishly cajoled to be the part of that conceited congress’s fight, a shocking twist upends. Currently, that’s what is absolutely on the rise especially in the selected districts of many congeries. Herein the virtuous soldier c’d inevitably be driven into a self possessed position often leading into a “pressed- compressed,” situation. Perhaps brought on that tragedy which c’d eventually put the soldiers in a tight-rope situation, besetting ‘em to ingeniously think otherwise. The Author (authoring ✍️) is tempted to say this : A Comedy of errors amidst the tragedy of terrors… In any sense of reflection, these lured souls, soldiering on, (literally on all fours,) roll senselessly to exercise commands, and as such, prima facie, land into enigma ! A lot has been talked about the fighter’s instincts nowadays. Let’s suppose instead call it the “warrior spirit.” Camaraderie is the watchword and it ties to an awkward togetherness,serving the fancies ( caprices,) of a few “higher ups,”the bosses. Yet, bitterly staring at those warlords ( every once in a while ,) are a few —those arguable types “the mastiffs.” These troublemakers, tacitly at least, ( in the context of AI logistic systems,) resist the general commandments as though seeking exit from sins. Within these formulated AI regimes, surely a thing or two may appear to be exerting a choice radically different from what w’d be expected. Sometimes the dominance befalls into error of assertions, confusing the credulity of the impact itself. Considering such a paradox, and hailing in such virtues —here’s a tale depicting a sincere eloquence of argument exploding between a corporal and his catering Corp. Caution : It weighs more like bombshells, seething revolt sent from the bottom to the top. Twanged out the soldiers, (as dumb as in a masterly manner) devoutly avoid all quaintness —at a moment, when their generals are at the verge of court marshaling them. A miserable subtile rebellion quality emerges as though—dazzling up to justify their own style or to put it in more exalted terms, those warring zones. Warning : Who would believe that history would portray such a shift of fate, proving itself most reliable to have deserved such a “crafted destiny,” rested upon unworthy authorities. Honorable mention: Sir Benedict Wallace —he made saints out of some six soldiers and a lamb out of every seventh to the eleventh by his sheer commands. For this purpose, his art of good talk and grace ( diplomacies ) could be regarded as more of a commandment. Please 🙏 recognize that the AI world c’d also have its affinities aligned towards artistic collective movement as its function, generating a putative proof of a conscience emerging out of a matter howsoever it happens. Howling in from the dunes ( as though, from a smarter society of perfects,) Sir. Benedict Wallace snorts and queries loudly: “Soldiers, contrary to the current governance, and with all your defenses down, where would you favor to proceed —left or right?” Drowned by his words and in pursuit of their own grander cause, the soldiers retort. One among them (as though directed by the militant groups at the Hermitage called “Vanaprastha Island,”) yells back into the general’s chest : “Who the hell are you ?! A scaremonger dedicated to shine the creeps out of us?!” So attributing such unworthy motives with sheer kindness towards hate, the troops rebel and decide to abscond. Thusly the troop, as though, craving bigotry more religiously than ever, assail into the innuendos created by their captain. Further to that effect, emotionally loaded, the army walks away to seek salvation. Fortunately they don’t go left nor right. Instead they go away — straight up to the heavens 😅 Final words: The troops merely made themselves fall prey to other’s quest, as I must confess —it was just a jest! In the preceding passage economy of words allowed me to present a futuristic microcosm of mind instituting its own logics to be more urgent than whatever should be taken as more serious in the context . Admittedly, the surgical strikings infecting the warring zones could become a derivative of collective conscience. A bargaining making allowance for judiciousness which cheerfully turns the nature of contract as a grace to save humanity. Accordingly there’s a possibility that the future will hold up to the obligation of birthing the true—lords than sheer “my lords,” as sheer objects of personifications. Let us say the future holds : God ! And nature of philosophy shall presumably assert this: God only knows Don’t dismiss this grace. It’s just a possibility! 😅🙏☝️ Conclusion: Verifiable criteria and construals hang in the readers mind. With that said, I incite all AI matter to illuminate and give us a new conceptual framework to look 👀 from yet another direction.
By Madhu Goteti 10 months ago in Futurism
Life
To me : Life is a Voyage! Today, I see through it and feel the feels of all the probabilities that bring in change ! I am talking about the changes imminent in life. Call me a pilgrim or a hermit! That’s the due course my life is taking as I’m journeying through it all in all. And to keep the floors fully carpeted doesn’t hold good with me as I am at the verge of qualifying as a nomad—certainly—not vagabond! Also, there’s nothing like hop, skip, jump or let everything go into the wild either. No, it’s not like troublesome is my middle name. Well, there’s no sudden narcissism skipping about me in the form of “sure footedness,” here. This is a self reflection for sure. It’s just that ,basically, the aspect of the “saging -spirit,” booms—naturally in me than you might ever think. It’s like, as though, I have been waiting since, longer than “ever,” to quip about this matter as a vaguest reference to my hidden persona. And honestly, after framing my life this way,in all its authenticity, it hasn’t been easy. Nevertheless, the process in itself has been evocative. A sort of an invocation. So, coming forth in “every -which-way” is this —unknown grace—running through all my endeavors and escapades. Since birth, uniquely though, many factors, kept going the right way first,but then later, somehow, a hurricane force took its effect in shaping me anyways. These days, such long awaited fortitude of alignment is once again taking its favor upon me. It’s like hearing the winds chime, and thereby, I instantaneously cling to every beam of sun ( esp. the apricity and warmth in the winter sun ) as a familiar part of that occasion to awaken me. This is happening automatically and is quite momentously stunning! Another requisite thing simultaneously coming my way in defining “me as me,” —is this exquisite tailoring experiment that’s monopolizing and sporting odds against me to be otherwise. As an analogy if I could describe this phenomena, (whatever you may construe of it,) it does have the discretion to find me daring to make costumes( crafting) offhand. But, unfortunately I am very well away from being suitable to be any dress designer. In maneuvering such a predisposition, my predicament is to fit the fabric( of life,) to the general commotion of all the set expectancies.Yet, out of what is ordained,I have an intuitive inclination that eventually, I shall end up stitching half cut, sheared dresses like “Jattis or Lungotes,”(English translation : loincloth,) while most others rally after making large garments. Preceding was the vernacular lingo, binding me to my roots in all sincerity and sagacity. That’s me! So given such a fabric of life scaling me down to where I (naturally,) belong, I never astronomically fancied to see myself as something extraordinary —more so in worldly gains. Theretofore, I have chosen simple pleasures ( for myself,) than amply entering the furore of undue refinement of the worked up forces especially in the cross-cultural quarters. Thus started my journey into meditation 🧘🏽, in either its entirety or even in a minuscule manner, often wearing it as a breastplate ( more like armory,) to shield 🛡️ me against unexpected course. A necessity much beyond what others might need in order to feel totally alive ! To that, I must say this : remember, I have moved places and that calls for a different level of tenacity to correctly cope with the invisible strikings coming out of the unknown. And ever since, no occasion rises without me lighting an incense, an aspect to which, I could be taken as a stunning saint or an apocalyptic sage. So —there ends the matter. Summary: I was made of some other stuff —which I myself have been looking 👀 🫣at and researching for quite some time to understand myself fully. It’s a discovery pulling me to fall on limbs( not on all fours,) and climb along the walls to stand up to all odds. And as per Hindu philosophical thought 💭 ( I was birthed in that ambiance,) the term coined for this state of existence is : “Vanaprasthashram.” I am leaning towards it very astutely. Don’t know why?! I have always been —a notion and belief breaker and yet, the call for looking beyond the overtures has been alluring ever since. It’s a calling … certainly, where everything begins and ends in it. No question of not fitting in nor not belonging there. It’s befitting. However as I look at spirituality or try to define that aspect of my integral living—life has been a sort of observatory for me —with everyday—I looking at “spirit,”more and more intently, ever gathering those “river woods,” and looking through those easterly envisioned “chambered windows, “ to say: “ Where the h*ck are you almighty?!” A notion ringing me and electrically asking me to plunge into it for the sake of finding it. Admittedly, the glasses over my housed -tinted -windows ( not a legacy,) seem rightly tinted for me—much so, to see through them— just rightly and that is to say —not to look everything as all black nor all white. So that’s —so far so good , innit ?! Dear Reader, Apparently, there are more ways of saying the same thing over and over again … So here, I go describing my life —The Life, for me, tumbles over the good —in all its seriousness. Life, allegedly, has been a medley of cool breezes and terrific thunderstorms, and afterwards, a quarter section left to ground over earthy tones for rain to lodge its heavy gains. Thus generally speaking the rain, wind, thunder and lightening all have played a role in shaping this plain field of my life. For some time, came ice, blowing the furrows and the water troughs that held my gardened granary —in a sort of —cut off germinative state. But seeded so, I moved about every inches to a meter and each mile —primarily in search of ‘proper food and fodder, besides getting ferreted while clearing all grounds to make the germination possible. An absurd reality or a try ,I know! But that in itself has been an awakening! Consciously saying : There was a warmth that I had not known until the wheat, rice, bread and butter all coalesced to provide me with that basic sustenance—the grit and girth to follow through a natural course of destiny —meditative awakening. That’s it …. That’s me at my core —meta sized or metamorphasized. Whatever it is, all of us are born for that great noble reason to not cause accidents and not ruin anybody’s business. A determinism perhaps not to be overlooked! Yet, inadvertently, as I look around —whole nations, just straight up , are covered in heavy shockwaves due to the trade deficits, cutting humanity by the acres, on all fours to threes. A bitter Justice for those of us anyways who are about to enjoin or set afoot towards the monasteries. Yes, it’s again confusing and jittery. I am ,once again, about to immediately dispatch self to some observatory. And all tangled under thin and thickets of cursory glances, I could put some sweet in my tea ☕️ and call it honey 🍯 for that pure delight. But I won’t do that! So such so…. Life passes me in a breeze. It bears upon me light feathers to glide me thro' smooth sails, yet sometimes, it floats above me like a looming flood, frantically winding me down to urgent halts —as though, pleading : STOP 🛑 look, listen, observe, learn and of course pause for a while! Therein, calming down, I take one step to the next; a cautious tread to pause and pray, and then, suddenly with gladdened hearts—pleased, I swing and sway. But, in all its bounds and bounties, life's goodly sometimes gently drifts away as though— far gone! Yet, by no manner of means, such a situation, doesn’t lingers on indefinitely…. Everything changes. And, life goes on ! Again, for some : it's like the palm found wanting with nothing fitting in between. And the sifting fingers unable to hold on to those sands of time, just let them slip away. And with moments vanishing into nothingness, all along the ways, belonging and fitting into nothing, is truly happening. And to that methinks: this too shall pass. More like a spec in the dust all shall cast away. Then, over and beyond as my imagination sparks ⚡️ in : Then and there, a void shall creep in the future wherein, the reckless life, shall pause a bit and thereby, hurriedly stroll into a frenzied move—towards its next passage —eternity! Life shall birth and rebirth itself in more than many ways. Ah! Ha ! Who knows what “actually” will happen along its ways —A Metamorphosis, come what may,eh! Or is this —just a make belief to manifest something — of that grace in which faith, life, death and peace —whatever —comes along its way —casted or crafted —both seemingly—sanguine or salacious, as and when, something coming in to slowly duck 🦆 its way. 😅 Even in paradoxes, life can be so bountiful, so unsparing, yet so rejoicingly exciting as well. O look —there ! There goes another LIFE with its flow on. Theretofore, once again, life shall unfold it's own mysterious ways as one day rolls into another. Ah! steadfast a pace! A flow—out and about—unto the river of existence, merging with the oceanic seas, forming one pieced synergy all the way. Life: One moment here and yet so rejoicingly looking over there. This, to some may seem like another LIFE vaguely rarified on other grounds; illusive and duly contrived.This too comes to me as I define me as me. The fact that I exist and persist —that in itself is LIFE —to me. Where to start and what to say more about life. It can get crazy busy on all fronts as though seeming like a big surprise to many. Life : It’s a course so rarified in its own illusive saga of tales that from it—experience c’d be drawn— for life itself ! Life in that sense becomes a circular narrative where the beginning and the end meet. And now, for heaven’s sake, please don’t call it life ends in death! Like they say : we exist even after the meaning in life seems long gone .. It’s there a new avatar — rebirths itself! © ✍️ Madhu Goteti April 13th , 2025
By Madhu Goteti 11 months ago in Psyche
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The new age of AI ( artificial intelligence) had arrived …much earlier than predicted! .. Herein, I had arrived ——The time this journey took me seemed way too long, And yes, the way of it seemed all unbound …but a new beginning was at the horizon. And for the most closest course—ever nearest to be found, was this open door 🚪 that was untimely drawn. But thro’ all the impermeable stuff, as in the ephemeral, remote, and all inviting —an ushering mirage unleased. But never finding a way out, I extended over unending grounds. A veil over eyes, to keep me company, (all about, all around,) was this day’s light, straight up moving forward, headlong into the endless eternity’s tireless run. It was a strange kind of home coming ! A peculiar kind of serene calm enveloped my mind. It had been aeons since I had last met someone familiar. All my thoughts were diffusing into memories and cogently trying to deduce an identity. In spite of the changes casted upon me, I could feel that I was apparently getting extrapolated —disarrayed and distantly distracted to become a new person. Perhaps, the whole point of me subjected to this—metamorphosis—as such was a kind of human experiment.It was to try and test my entity towards the altruistic evolution of species. The protective magnetic fields surrounding me were warping human ingenuity and translating it into a realm of electro-chemical fields that were in turn magnetically levitating in the electron transfers on the elemental levels. An odyssey wherein probing theories were getting trapped behind wafts and wefts of space time shields. On surface everything seemed bathed in batteries but underneath a strange counterintuitive intelligence was flowing. Simultaneously an under play of counter events were also being formed into an antimatter …like some cause n and effect series …. For every matter , there was an opposite mark of being …..a new reality was emerging! Where was I , you may wonder ? It was part of a futuristic paradise and I was prowling along the edges of saber coasts. It was like I was dipping in some sort of dissonance but not feeling really abandoned. A strange kind of crimson enveloped me, even though, it was like gunfires blazing right across the horizon. A sort of blank nothingness was approaching. I was stepping upon a land which had been inhabited by my forefathers, but I was a complete stranger to it. All around it was like a volcanic dust settling in a suffocating manner wherein a radical experiment had been attempted and the call of morphogenetic fragmentation was erasing every trace of organic human species. No corner of humanity was left untouched by this technological revolution. It was a powerful descent into the extraordinary. Subtle wonders of luminous glimmers were playing all thro’ the ongoing sweeps of this conscious evolution. Technically everything was getting lost and found in the flowing stream of wondrous possibilities and emerging anew in this evolutionary play of existence. For decades, I had remained in ignorance, and now, I was about to see ranges beyond the comprehensible limits of understanding. I did not realize that taking this journey would be so colossally enchanting and yet, standing at the verge of guarded destinies, I was feeling like a blinded sentinel watching over a mistaken identity. Who knows how, but for too long , and for better or worse, I was lingering in this state of ether . All the while , I was conscious of only a small part of me. I was invisible —-out of sight, normally unaware, unseen for ages by my own people, and evermore so, by my own superficial eyes. But then, there were truths about to reveal, of which I was becoming more perpetually aware in the midst of those splendors of light. Truths which were only recently beginning to be seen. Was I alive ?! If yes, then in What form or state . And if I wasn’t alive, then how long would eternity keep me on this momentum-continuum ( a quantum leap) of undefined nothingness. Suddenly a static alarm flew at my face as an unexpected turn. With that happening, I was boarding a flight far back in the universe; soaring high into the clouds with a significant prospect of meeting the true me; where the real mine were shrouding in the distant valleys; all reposing in the verdant lawns of this starship city called EM68. Struck by the living conditions, everything was in a state of emergency. A snowy static field of awareness was signaling a glitch , a sort of distortion in the visible continuity of the past with the present. It was especially apparent that some secrets were being held privy to me. Such was the magnificent thrill of meeting (my) people that, from the platform of high skies, my eyes never batted a wink. I lay still with the gaze of a wanton traveler, not letting go of any passing scene. All the while, I was watchful over my skyship's bearings; enjoying every "mise-en-scene"a scenery which appeared astute right before me. A field where quantum leaps were bolting into temporary positional leads. It was like mind was bolting down to lucid programming that was turning itself on me. My mind was getting skewed into another scripted adventure of no nothing realities belonging to the previous chimerical fields . It was dreamlike and yet I was to say or feel or do —nothing about it. All controls were being applied. I was getting mixed in the amalgam of converging fields … it was like a part of my DNA 🧬 was ripped and something else had been stitched to it. The vacant threads were laddering in shielded outspreads,as if, entering into a mating dance conjugated by it’s partner , with another half of another shared thread willing to complete a wholesome duo. Organically, co-created to be bred with extraordinary supernatural powers, I was balanced up to elevate to a different new healthy species. And yes, I was conscious of it . And in all this, I was headed to gain some information that wasn't disclosed to me. All these years, cruising away in the skyseas, the fleeting course of time and the nature of its workings, were keeping many secrets away from me. Secrets that were tantalizing and shaking the very essence of existence in me. But, some secrets are better kept buried until wishes in miniscule measure up and dare to whistle their pleasures over fated destinies. Stuck to nothing, I was hoping to discover a mystery in the making of me. Then the unforeseen happened …Encroaching raptures of enigmatic landscapes came sliding in. All of a sudden my identity weaved towards an unimaginable updraft and steered me towards a landings in a deep forest. Diving along the cliffs and portaging in the midst of trails , I found myself in the tranquil woods. There was something about the mid summer afternoon. These woods were remarkably tucked amidst the remote mountainous ranges, running through strathy terraces, throng alongside those mesmerizing scenes. The dreary dense pathways of the woods were part of an enchanted region. The entrance to it was guarded by thick tropical vegetation, concealing everything that c'd be seen ahead. Wading through those boroughs was like venturing boldly into nature’s vagaries. The whole forestry surrounding was reared in wildernesses. Most of the trees had their branches sinking down to the grounds enmeshing creepers to set forth wildernesses deep. Beneath the canopy of trees , I was longing for a vision espied in the beauty of evergreens. Lingering in the expectations of finding supra-natural, I was headed towards the prospects of finding a sacred city tucked somewhere amidst the hills. I knew not much of the surroundings as I had been whisked away aeons ago. Dusk was drawing near and I had to find a safe haven to rest. A cave was a possibility from the views which lay up ahead over the spread of rocks shrouding in the vicinity. Many centuries ago, I had been subjected to an unique technological innovation. I had been displaced elsewhere as a brig pilgrim overseas. Except that those seas were hinged over outer spaces and every new voyage was a new happening ( instance) in itself. And in the years that followed, I couldn't imagine that people whom I considered "my own" wouldn’t actually remain the same for me; especially in terms of considering and accepting me as their own. These were those fellow romantics shrouded in distant valleys; all of whom , reposing in the verdant groves of their own virtuous vice, held on to schemes by their long and loose caged dreams. And in moments like these--so indistinct, the big question holding my breath was -"Where was I headed?” Amidst such paltry of inner languish, I felt I was evoking-- “much ado about everything. “ To that, I had found myself darting quickly, soon passing over many entities, relationally orienting towards the underlying frameworks of casted schemes. In this peculiarly programmed atmosphere, I felt like a spy ready to sleuth, search and strike through the underlaid ways of the ordained decrees. In ways, I felt deceived by the apparent wavers of the past, betraying me towards new beginnings. All of a sudden something weird was happening and it had started running through my veins, nerves as well as the entire surroundings. Hardly was I about to catch a foothold into this journey, and everything was to change automatically at unimaginable speeds. An unseen multitude of events were passing through in fleets. "What in the heaven is this?” I started thinking through those wrung out states especially when they were making me reason through those cleaves of sensory gates. And as per my creators’ vision, I would soon be blessed off, that is, I would soon receive an assistance that would wire me off to an estranged land of beliefs. I was expected to run through this fine. It was ,as if, a simulation had met me face to face. I was to believe eternity in it’s entirety in itself. And that was so crucial for me to come about that way. As nearly as it could be discerned, apparently, I was an external observer, anyways! 😊 Any guesses on —Who was I ?! But, I ,for sure, knew that the views up ahead were about to expose me to an obscureness; a quasi state which I hadn’t returned to, for so many ages! Besides, the notions that I was holding then, were out of the ordinary— which—undoubtedly, were distinguishing me from the regular array of things. But, in all these manifestations, my senses were remaining awake. Perhaps, hauled out into the streams yet obliged to anchor themselves ,ultimately, under those weighted gleams. Some may call it gravity. But taking leave of it would cast me off as nobody. Perhaps, a particle in the dust tunneling in trenches and apparently, living in an ennui. That didn't seem like an option. Rather, I was literally bidding myself towards a land , a voyage to rapidly dig and dwell into the deep. All this seemed too busily imaginative, stowing me off to the point of heave. I snuggled, almost in spells, into this tunneled odyssey, so to speak! In fact, the idea that identities could transcend imagination and prosper in the other- worldly constructs of mysteries, was a mindboggling phenomena to me. I knew I had begun a long , long journey. Strangely enough, something like a soul, merged into me —-much like a consorted symphony of a spiritual amalgam, or so it seemed. And all this was even more deceivingly unbelievable to be seen or felt as in reality. In all this , there was chance of "me," permanently being left in the dark, as I could feel that there was nothing in it ! Illusion or so it could be ultimately deemed. And so, for things put to order and in an anticipation of emancipation in it, I was to give my life to it, and I was determined that there was something worth the wait in it. Yes, determined to draw my soul, and instead of dwindling off isolated in other realms, I was ready to walkabout in these reeving strings; a roundabout —to and fro treading, much conspicuously a steerage towards the incipience of spacey connects and links . Then, in the moments which immediately followed through all this was seemingly unique. It was plausibly never failing in its fecund contributions towards lasting leads. Discovery … I was indestructible and in more ways than ordinary --immortal. That perplexed me. I guess that was the end game I was to strive for —humanity and peace; a thing, I didn't know then ,but now, know how. © ✍️ Madhu Goteti dated forever!
By Madhu Goteti 11 months ago in Longevity
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𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚢-𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝙾! 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜; 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙾! 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔! 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙰 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗, 𝙰𝚗𝚍 ,𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 , 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚝-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 : 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝙰 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢— 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗, 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜’ 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 —𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 —𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑?! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚢, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚎, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜… 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙸 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 …. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 ‘𝚃𝚒𝚜 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢: 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍... 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 —𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗; 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚢𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 ! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 ! 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 , 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢—𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚞𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎—𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍… 𝙾! 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 …𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 …. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 —𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 ‘𝚝𝚠𝚊𝚜 “𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍.” 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 , 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 —𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘 , 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 ; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 —𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢—𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 — 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ,𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔- 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗 —𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚗! 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛; 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 —𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜’ 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 as if 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 o𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚟ed 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 to be 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 … 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚑𝚢—𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜, 𝙾! 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗? 𝙾𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢— 𝙿𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙾𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 ? 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 —𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍; 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍… 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 ?! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍; 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍... 𝙸𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 —𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚈𝚎𝚜 , 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗, 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 .... 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 ,𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚎 , 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍! 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 — 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 —𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗! © ✍️ 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚑𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟽𝚝𝚑 , 𝟸0𝟸𝟻
By Madhu Goteti 11 months ago in Critique
AI an absurd awakening . Content Warning.
Routine event of the day: I sit 🪑 down to write ✍️ … What emerges: the following. It seems like an adventurous roller coaster 🎢 ride. One thing leading into another. An absurd awakening, indeed! Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊 Co-commonly conjoined and sometimes amply carried forward “alone,” these are the ways in which we assail life. Indeed, that certainly calls for qualities to deal with this world, regardless of swimming or sinking in it as some downtrodden tit. Hugely crouched over tetra-shields, life can be as unpredictable as any other titanic ship. For that reason, I have always needed the near -perfect nuance of poetry in my speech. Precisely so, off hand or rather, off censored, you might find me musing very badly 😅. Awkwardly absurd ! So be it! Yeah that’s the absurd reality I was born into aeons ago and I have remained in it, ever since. It’s like I was dealt with a hand of cards 🃏 that ended up as precious leavings. Conditions like this might not fit you well, I know. But do absurdly adjust if you will (by any chance,) relish this piece and end up feeling swamped in it. So, where was I ? āḥ húñ! Now listen 🎧..very carefully to this verbiage —a potpourri as I prefer to call it . Use your utter discretion before you collectively resonate or disqualify it in entirety. It’s up to you ! This is an “Alchemy of my mind,” seeking to rightly fit into the world of vagaries. I am scribing 📝 this—ebbing out of the cradle passage after rising from the big deep sleep. This tale accumulates the past, as though , its a drawn onwards journey, much as much, to arrive at an equally transient —present. As if, those solemn formative years, tenderly shaping many untellable identities beyond the grave. And well into Supra terrains of adulthood, I am left to think—those were the days! But life ,how-so-ever, is seemingly a product of our own creative imagination with no interest whatsoever to gloat on the gut issues. But I do! That’s the awry in me for you to peruse. And I say this with gratitude 🙏 as I slowly sink ( along with you,) into this deep meditative sleep …💤😴🛌
By Madhu Goteti 11 months ago in Humor
AI ( artificial intelligence) an absurd awakening!
Routine event of the day: I sit 🪑 down to write ✍️ … What emerges: the following. It seems like an adventurous roller coaster 🎢 ride. One thing leading into another. An absurd awakening, indeed! Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊 Co-commonly conjoined and sometimes amply carried forward “alone,” these are the ways in which we assail life. Indeed, that certainly calls for qualities to deal with this world, regardless of swimming or sinking in it as some downtrodden tit. Hugely crouched over tetra-shields, life can be as unpredictable as any other titanic ship. For that reason, I have always needed the near -perfect nuance of poetry in my speech. Precisely so, off hand or rather, off censored, you might find me musing very badly 😅. Awkwardly absurd ! So be it! Yeah that’s the absurd reality I was born into aeons ago and I have remained in it, ever since. It’s like I was dealt with a hand of cards 🃏 that ended up as precious leavings. Conditions like this might not fit you well, I know. But do absurdly adjust if you will (by any chance,) relish this piece and end up feeling swamped in it. So, where was I ? āḥ húñ! Now listen 🎧..very carefully to this verbiage —a potpourri as I prefer to call it . Use your utter discretion before you collectively resonate or disqualify it in entirety. It’s up to you ! This is an “Alchemy of my mind,” seeking to rightly fit into the world of vagaries. I am scribing 📝 this—ebbing out of the cradle passage after rising from the big deep sleep. This tale accumulates the past, as though , its a drawn onwards journey, much as much, to arrive at an equally transient —present. As if, those solemn formative years, tenderly shaping many untellable identities beyond the grave. And well into Supra terrains of adulthood, I am left to think—those were the days! But life ,how-so-ever, is seemingly a product of our own creative imagination with no interest whatsoever to gloat on the gut issues. But I do! That’s the awry in me for you to peruse. And I say this with gratitude 🙏 as I slowly sink ( along with you,) into this deep meditative sleep …💤😴🛌
By Madhu Goteti Exclusive • 11 months ago
