My quest for the alter ego has ended. What appears to be the near-perfect almost similar is just that: almost similar. Or similar. It is never the same. If you believed, it was the same, blame it on maya (what else, you have been had).
The moment you realise how complete the self is, you stop looking. But there was a need to look. Else, how would you realise that there is a self in here that is different from what you see outside. The other actually shapes your quest for the self. And you thought all along that you had this totally mapped quantity called the self.
I cant explain the above sentences. Neither can I explain the moment of peace that I am feeling now. But it's just the beginning. Didnt create this post to sound mysterious or all-knowing: it's just me, the here and now ... and realizations of rebirth. (That should be crystal clear, yeah.)
15 February 2005
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Wow! Big, bold, capital, underlined, 72-sized, multi-colored font: *WOW!*
May I say that this one's a great entry? Factually, IMHO, the best among all the blogs you've posted! A very concise posting of a rather long-search.
Cheers.
GRIN. This goes to show that even sleepless nights have their uses.
ishToMdu personal aagi baredre tale buda artha aagalla naMge!
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nange artha aagiddre thane, nimge artha agoodu!!
not an end point, just another turn..right or wrong?or left perhaps.....anyway....2mins silence in respect of whatever died and whatever that was born....
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Not the end point, yeah. Just a turn... Good to see that it brought you out of your exile, at least momentarily.
You changed your job??????? ;)!
Dude!!!!
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