where do I fit in ?

As an author puts it, to say "I Love you", you have to recognize "I" . Spinoza, among other mysteries, confronts "where do we fit in?" in his most acclaimed work - Ethics. Nice questions, but where do these chaps get time to think of humanity ? I, for one, am too much concerned with myself. & Ironically enough, these are the same people who are driving me nuts.

This interview gave me goosebumps. The extent of imagination & thought that this scientist has is overwhelming. Rob Carlson, an EE deptt. Prof. at U. Wash religiously writes his personal blog to discuss almost everything related to Biology & industry.

& when I see these stalwarts through my small eyes, I am all set to be haunted by a single question - "Where do I fit in ?". In the world that has already seen greatest of the greats, where does a simple man with big dreams ends up ?

& more pertinent, where does a simple man with big dreams who ponders "where he fits in ?" ends up ?

An asylum, may be ??

Mental Masturbation

How many of you spend more than a fraction of your day dreaming of events otherwise unlikely to happen in real life. Well, I do. No, the content of these events dont have to be amorous. Infact, they DONT have to be.

I spend a large part of my mental energy dreaming of unlikely encounters, how I would respond to them, how this will make others feels etc. I think I was born with this weakness, coz I cant think of any time in my life when I didnt fall for this temptation. For a long time, I wasnt even aware of this. Hindu yogis warn that this can make me mentally weak & my will power will hit its bottom low. I try rescuing myself from this never ending surreal experience, but before I realize I have already gone too deep in this tar pit.

May be meditating more will help fix my mind more.

Escapist 

This is my first post. I can feel my head heavy as innumberable thoughts are competing to get penned down.

Since I am bad with words, I rather take the easier way out. I upload this image & let others do the thinking. I liked it the instance I saw it. Blame it on my testosterones, you perverts, but I call this creativity. If only I could have played the violin !