Random thoughts on a rainy afternoon

Imagine the magnanimity of the cosmic existence. Let’s face it, it’s a vague proposition. The human mind in its glorious limitations is unqualified to prepare an estimate of a borderless perimeter. If it has no foundation to build a hypothesis on, it struggles in the void like a ray of light: quite there yet touching nothing to show its presence, and totally unaware about it itself. Pure sciences are at an infantile stage of excavating the reality, and spiritual enthusiasts are looked down upon by astro-physicists and such other children of technology. The need for validation often spoils the splendour of a beautiful concept. I believe in what I believe.

Listen closely when the sky rumbles and pours gallons of water on the tin shed outside. Pluto need not be a part of the solar system to assure you an understanding of the universe. Vibrations that the flashes and claps of a thunder produce carve vivid scenes of the cosmic hall, echoing the stroke of an invisible stone on an ancient sheet of invisible leather, sending waves of fatal resonance down on us, tingling the mystic chords inside and subjecting us to an infinitesimal glimpse of the destruction coiled around creation.