strange-hood

The agents had passed into a strangehood that lay at the bundaries of the absurd. every morning, they experienced an unbearable lightness in their head-as if their head was evaporating into nothingness. At nights, the felt their bodies vibrating in a strange rythm that emanated from the heart, and stopped only when attention was diverted.

The agents knew their emancipation from the boring life was near. They thought it was time they broke their glasses, and saw the opposite straight in the eye. And then dissolve into nothingness. The agents could finally be free of their guilt, the guilt that stole eight years from the brown mans life.

They can never see themselves because they have glasses. The truth is (not) known by (not) seeing with eyes. But they did not know that according to the ultimate reality the truth is not to be found.

thinking beyond thought

Once when Mao was 26, he decided to quit the superficial existence of his, and resolved to think deeper into what really mattered. For ten days, he struggled to find the reality in life and the true essence of thing. He succeeded. He found that the true essence of things wasnt in themselves, but in everything that was not themselves. In this juxtaposition of the opposites, Mao found true freedom. It felt as if a bag had lifted of his chest. He had found true peace.
Slowly however, he realised that what was true for him may not be true for others. It was this thought that snatched away his peace again. He thought that if something had true essence, it must be true for everybody, and not just him. Little did he realise that reality was particular and not generic.
So he was back to what he used to do, failed , retarded, but resolved not to look back. And then , he looked back.