Reflectons

Dead knackered; lately much of my thinking, which due to the busy schedule is restricted only during driving,  has been around the human condition. The possibilities of a human life, with all its zeniths and nadirs, with in spite of all its inspirations and contempts, seems so limited. Human experience , in itself,  is so defined, as though like an equation which has infinite values yet is bound to the parameters of being human. I wonder what it is to be someone apart  and above our constraints – to watch our vicissitudes in all our glorious emotions, thoughts, desires, passions, sleep and appetite. Must be so puny, so unbearably monotonous.