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Death? Dogmas die. Why worry that mine will too? Just like myself. No form survives forever. And with forms, go their ideas. With me or shortly thereafter my doctrines will be reduced to historical curiosities. Or less. Why desire a mirage? Why ask for a security that is unachievable? I must stop pandering to my fear. Look, I must, change in the eye. Accept, I must, my transformation into forms unimaginable. Realize, I must, the Unity of Becoming. - owais -- This is first being published here.

What is Perfect? What is ‘perfect’? Often, it is expected to be that, which is the model of an ideal. But ideal is not natural. For if it were, it would be real. We have been foolish in assuming that products of human intellect can surpass Reality. Human intellect, however brilliant, is merely an appropriate tool for living a limited life on a limited planet in a limited time window. Thus, an ideal, any ideal, is merely a masturbatory intellectual response to the frustrations suffered by a scintillating human life. No more. Yes, some ideals work. To an extent. And only, to an extent. What is important is to use that ideal to correct the direction of a life of a society of a civilization. Any effort to grant a greater status to a cherished ideal merely defeats its spirit by making it a dogma. For models of ideals, do not exist except as dogmas. And ‘perfect’ does not exist except as a loss in a fearful and defeated human mind. - owais -- This is first being published here.

My Mother / My Earth You fulfil my every need but not an iota of my greed! If only, I could learn the difference.