Last night, a person (he/she), sitting little bit far but in front of me, started clicking self-ie(s) and I thought, how this universe is so exquisite as well as so perilous beyond imagination, yet we humans tend to put ourselves in front of its sublimeness and consider the (re-re)clicked image alluring if only we find ourselves pretty in that frame. Would you have considered the same image of yours enticing if that image gets clicked in front of a horrible accident site with dead bodies lying around? Would that person, who was clicking, have considered same picture radiant if the ambience had been of a slum? If not, how could you take so much pleasure in your appearance when you know you can’t compete with the beauty of universe. Infinite is the ultimate truth, it can’t lie, yet we confine ourselves with unreal finite, not due to ignorance but for the comforting lie. Instead of realizing that the universe is the center and we are merely a manifestation of universe, we think of ourselves as center and this universe as manifestation.
Perhaps this can only be realized, neither understood nor explained.
- written with phone -
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