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I return your favourite phrase, “I don’t know”. I don’t, really.

Four o’ clock has always been a strange time. Yes, it is a time for tea. Yet, when one has tea at this time, you have strange conversations about somewhat unsavoury topics.

I lied and God knows. I know too which makes me feel even more confused.

Questions and issues that I thought were resolved and shelved have resurfaced again. The water that seemed to clear has been muddied again. I’m trying to ignore it and set it aside. It’s easy enough when it’s a ‘hi-and-bye’ routine, but not over lunch or any long period of time.

Yes, I wish that you were gifted and could read my thoughts. Once in a while, I don’t want to spell everything out.

Sorry.

   “Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?”
“It was my master,” said the prisoner. “I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and power, and I amassed in my own treasure-house the money due to my king. When sleep overcame me I lay upon the bed that was for my lord, and on waking up I found I was a prisoner in my own treasure-house.”
   “Prisoner, tell me who was it that wrought this unbreakable chain?”
“It was I,” said the prisoner, “who forged this chain very carefully. I thought my invincible power would hold the world captive leaving me in a freedom undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires and cruel hard strokes. When at last the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable, I found that it held me in its grip.”

This is one of the reasons why Tagore is one of my favourite poets/writers.

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I knew that I shouldn’t have gotten rid of the book “Jesus – What He Really Said and Did”. Now I need it for my Oral Presentation and I can’t find it. I knew it would come in handy one day or another though it isn’t a very good book. Evaluating the truth value of the Gospels should be a challengin yet interesting topic. :) Once in my life, I am actually looking forward to doing work for TOK.

This fellow's wise enough to play the fool,
And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eyes. This is a practice
As full of labour as a wise man's art.
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

 

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