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The sound of life....

In fact there is no connection between the brain and the heart. words are too valuable to be used in the sound of your heart beat. The blood may flood sometimes with an cloud burst of abstract ideas and breech the mind. May be, reflexive reactions may be a result of response to a social stimuli or biotic holographic display.  When used loosely, it is just a hoarse groan or growl or a gloat.....neither it conveys the feeling of care or mere vengeance. Neither principle nor ideology but encased vibrations of different frequencies ...... or a classic philosophical detachment and disgruntled echo.......but just a soundless but audible decibel only to the homo species!...Let our human love and compassion need not be restricted to slogans and anti slogans...there is life beyond that..there is poverty beyond your jealousy...there is life beyond your stuck and static ego and hatred sickness..be elastic....rid of your contractions and contradictions....Be...just what you are, a simple biological entity....

The universe is many billion years old and still continuing to exist.....and still is going to last and forever...your illusionary ideologies are limited but a blown up balloon.... Boasting of ancient culture or proclamation of new modern human universal oneness are unimaginable and unfathomable morality in this deceptive and cunning society of today's chaotic scenario ... We will burst into molecules and disappear....the space...your Om, Allah, God etc are lost without a trace in the gravitational waves and super explosion....So...just be a man.. there is no time to hate and no time to teach as none knows the present crisis of global unrest created by recent mankind.....of few centuries........Or shall I say  a couple of millenniums....? is going to last for........how long ?????Nature never cares any commandments of a few great mortals....

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