Life? I think it is. I mean there are so many metaphors we see used that it would be a shame to not think of it as such. In the ballpark to out of left field to getting dealt a poor hand. It is a game made up of the bookends called Birth and Death. First you arrive, then you live and finally you die. Trick is in figuring out how you live. Birth and Death are both accidents with really no way to predict - at least for yourself. You can sort of tweak the end but ultimately you cannot predict it. So best case - try and live. Now on the matter of living - there are unwritten rules that one has to follow. How does one go about figuring out the unwritten? I mean its not exactly some hieroglyph somewhere that one could decipher. You use your smarts. That is the genetic stuff you arrive with. As you grow you learn. More you learn the more you know. So grow to know. The unwritten rules that is....
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!