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The knowledge of two leaves

all knowledge is a form of generalisation. an escape from reality.
where even two leaves, from the same branch, aren't the same.

to know is to disregard, so that we don't have to bother about it again.
known, filed, categorised, documented and locked aside. pseudo security.
a cushion of comfort, against a chaotic, mutating, furious universe.

real reality may be too simple, for our complicated world-view.
not even worth the effort of knowing. allowing no scope for human drama.

knowledge is the end to all quests. to arrive at and rest.
judgment proclaimed and consensus dispatched.
so that it may be declared, to all the generations of mankind to come.
we have been there, we already know it.
so, you don't have to.

The Pigeon in Us

there is a small room, attached to my work room
a sort of store-room, where i keep all the not-frequently-needed stuff

the only entry to this smaller room is through the work room
and it doesn't have any windows

today, a pigeon decided to walk in through the main entrance
and into the smaller room. i noticed it only when it was well into the room

it's been there ever since, litterally shit-scared
because every time i approach it, it starts panicking
jumps all over the place and starts to shit, out of fear i think
the floor is by now a patchwork of multicoloured feces

the only way it can get out of the room is by deciding to face it's own fears
and for better or for worse venture towards the main exit

left to itself, there is no other way, either it will make this choice
or it will die in that little room, for the lack of a little courage

i am trying my very best to make the conditions favourable
by keeping quiet, by leaving the doors open, putting out the lights
not listening to music, and staying out altogether for hours
yet nothing has worked till now

if i don't intervene, and leave the final choice with the pigeon alone
i wonder, if it will ever find courage enough to walk out on its own

and when i come to think of it, so it is with us, humans
we sometimes walk into these little rooms . . .

Shit!

Shit is a vernacular word in Modern English denoting the feces,
the solid by-product of digestion. It is an old and native English word,
but following the Norman Conquest, Norman, Anglo-Norman, French,
and Latin terms for many common objects and bodily functions
began to be seen as more distinguished than native words.
And thereafter 'feces' became the accepted English noun,
'to defecate' became the accepted English verb,
and Shit was no longer used in polite company.

Bullshit, also bullcrap, bullplop, or horseshit,
is a common English expletive. It can also be shortened to just "Bull",
and in polite use, it is referred to by the euphemism BS.
Most commonly, it describes tautological, incorrect, misleading,
or false language and statements. Literally, it describes the feces of a bull.
As it contains the word "Shit" the term is usually considered foul language.
In British English, Bollocks is a comparable expletive.
The earliest attestation mentioned by the Concise Oxford Dictionary
is in fact T. S. Eliot, who between 1910 and 1916 wrote a poem
to which he gave the title The Triumph of Bullshit.
Written in the form of a ballade, the first stanza goes:

Ladies, on whom my attentions have waited
If you consider my merits are small
Etiolated, alembicated,
Orotund, tasteless, fantastical,
Monotonous, crotchety, constipated,
Impotent galamatias
Affected, possibly imitated,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

The word Bullshit does not appear in the text of the poem.

"Shit happens" is a common slang phrase, used as
a simple existential observation that life is full of imperfections,
or "C'est la vie". It is an acknowledgment that bad things
can happen to people for no particular reason.
Shit!

Ask Any One

i dont know what to ask for anymore. how can i.
can i ask for your love. because. i love you.
it would make me happy. because. it is good to love.
good for you. good for me. but why me.

can you. because. i have given so much to you.
and in time am willing to give my life.
love me. because. we have been together for so long.
in time. so much of me has started to become so much of you.

can i ask. because we can be together. for your love.
when there is nothing that means something anymore.
when the sun is about to set forever. it wont set. for our love.

i ask for you. because. there is nothing else that i can care for.
for. its the spirit that animates this body of mine. in suspension.

i ask you for your love. can i. because you are the only one who can.
make a prince out of this frog. can you.

can i ask you for your love. because i cant ask me.
or someone else. because i cant ask you.

can i ask me. for your love. because.
it is me that is to be loved.

i dont know what to ask for anymore.

The Point

You may ask
What is the Point

Well, the Point is
A location in space-time
that has no physical dimensions
of Length, Width or Height

It exists only
in relation to other Points
in space-time

That, is precisely,
what the Point is

Ceased to Be

It seems that
my only mistake was
that at some point in time
i could not justify what i was doing

I stopped, and wondered
what i was doing it for
and i tried to find
an honest answer

And for better or worse
the person who asked the question
ceased to be
the person who answered it