Lares et penates legatus a latere

I shall save you the trouble of finding out the translation of my above statement.

'Household Gods; Advisor from the side'

I begin this statement with a reply I gave my colleague at my workplace,

Q:How are you?
A: My emotions and presence is synonymous with the rising sun

Ah yes, the sound silence that breeds a glimmering sparkle when stared at for a few seconds before it initiates a blink due to its majestic beauty (or infrared waves yadda yadda)

In short, somethings aren't worth pondering. Just look, admire, and leave your nose out of it.
And no this is not a statement of intent or a warning, but rather an observation, and a lesson.


Ambiguity has been a strong point in my musings as I aspire to not be a journalist but rather a trapeze act. Vague, and totally unrelated. But let me explain further, in a trapeze act, some want something wrong to happen as it'll make a good spectacle. (I honestly admit I fall in this group) and the other group wants it to go perfectly well. I shall not judge both groups as they have their personal reasons and points to note on why they prefer their choices.


So let me reiterate my point, in any case, instigating an outcome should be avoided. I once read on a painting- 'Life is a mystery to be lived, Not a problem to be solved'

The live and let be solution has gone astray recently. In the wake of the recent scandal and the comical as well as deteriorating state of our headlines in the news and on the internet, I wish to convey my sincerest apologies to readers alive. A close aide of mine recently had an encounter with a gawking male who made a very odd/imposing/violating gesture on her. Nothing happened was what I was told, but the point is a thought like that had passed thru the minds of many. I realize many fail to find out how the issue affects this person, rather they chose to find out the worst extent and work backwards.
To clear it up, instead of saying, hey how're you feeling, many (myself EXcluded) would go, did he touch you???

I realize I shall someday meet a rape victim in my line of duty and my first question would be how're you feeling and I would share her sorrows. I would let her recapitulate her story to me. But I fear that somewhere along the way, a seemingly apathetic idiot will come by asking her what did he do to you...


Firstly a traumatic experience is relived, replayed and remembered each time it is recalled.
A simple example would be and accident
A victim would recall everything, from the moment before the accident, the ordeal itself, the smell of burning rubber, the sounds, the smashing of lights, the miss-of -a-heartbeat feeling, the vibrations that accompany the crash.
Now I personally cannot vouch for the truthness in this statement. But I myself remember vividly every ordeal from the emotions, to the physical attributes including the sweaty palms, the tears, the pain that you get when you hold your tears back for too long, so much so every blink hurts and water seeps out, but you hold your act together.

And I know a few who are so in touch with their memories that they recall every moment the way I do.

I wish i could recall where i heard this but this next statement but i hope it shall raise a thought, maybe even some hairs -
"The pain of my mind is of mine alone, who else can understand this emotion''
- I remember it from a scripture, The Bible, The Holy Quran, The Holy Granth, The Bhagavad Gita, I really cannot recall

But it left me pondering. Each time i am told to emphatize I stare at the person and try to recall an emotion that I once felt and then relate to that person. But in truth, nothing ever succumbs to it. What you hear is but a toned down version because words can never replace emotions. Words can express emotions but never replace them. You can cry while reading a book, but you shall never be able to write about why you cried. It is similar to recalling the exact details of a dream.

And in truth, I admit that I hold back my tears a lot. Be weary of a person who is the joker among the mourners. Because one who is afraid to cry, is just trying to protect himself from the impending tirade of sadness. In my darkest hour, I shed a tear at most, but at times I wish I held back less and shed more. For the valour and honour that I uphold with a nonchalant uncanny facade, is merely a painting that others admire, but only I shall know.

The Bhagavad Gita states
Emotions are the track on which all thoughts must travel

I am a firm believer in this. Today in utter bliss, I shall succumb to the fact that I am a mere mortal and I shall sincerely apologize for my quirps and remarks made when rage was my offramp.

I read this on 4chan.org and i found it rather hilarious. Yes i know there are many Christian Readers here and I'm not in support of what is said. I just thought it made a good laugh.