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v class="googleright">A cruise namely synonymous with the path, and to guarantee this I jump along the sidelines but the journey still persists. And not matter how many such ways obtain added into the scenario the journey stays living and unchanged. The journey engulfs every and each entity namely gets into the way of my sight, with its solitary indefinable symbol permeating every an of these things. But an irrevocable character of this journey sets me into forward motion, narrating me namely the journey’s elucidation only in terms if things and ways is absent.
As I move before I detect milestones with old printed above them. They hint the measure of period spent in this journey. With the aim of honest experimentation I give my film a suspend, expecting that no extra milestones would seem, but to no avail. Milestones, signifying progression, persist to brush past my sight unaltered at my status. I achieve the magnitude of adding ‘time’ into the definition of this journey.
A wayfarer taps aboard my elbow from after. As I corner my care towards him he puts forth a question-When and where did it entire start, and ambition all end? The answer throws me into contemplation, and the results baffle me. I cannot come up with a start or an end. I can’t dream them either; however I imagine appears to be among the boundaries of this journey, such that a start and an end are equitable thrown out of the world. The journey astonishes me by showing me no aware start or end.
Another wayfarer, who is said to be in the absnece of intellect, but waiting fervently as an answer, puts forth a question-What do we all do? The question brings back into my consciousness someone I found quite long ago, the studying that content is the only aim of life. All what we do is shifting to the thing we favor from the one we repulsion. I recollect pain and pleasure only for states of subsistence, with a shift from one to the other navigated by an indefinable thing phoned desire is all what this journey consists of in our terms. The accident refreshes my memories and too quenches the thirst of the wayfarer.
Then again, distinct wayfarer comes, with a proclivity to interrogate prefer than intent to obtain. He directly asks the question-What is your final aim in the journey of life? This time, the remains of the past two experiences back me and I spontaneously answer-“What additional aim could there be in life other than content? Also, how tin there be an final aim in a journey that has no end? All I am gonna do is what I tin do; all I am gonna do is no different from what I presently do.” The question impresses the wayfarer and he appears full of smugness. He gives a cordial smile and hikes away.
As I take the afterward step forward I find myself in a whole current world of raw sentiments. By travelling a few metres ahead I build a banner that displays-WELCOME TO THE DOMAIN OF EXALTED CONSCIOUSNESS.
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