the sublime realities

Realities have a funnily subtle way of homing themselves in the tiny crevices of imaginations. Try as much to feign ignorance of the actualities, the subtle realities leech themselves to every figment of thought. When a little fantasy would help ease life reality comes crashing down. It comes down crashing like a tsunami. As if tsunami is nature's reality and the boats and houses (and nuclear power plants) are nature's imaginations. All cries of help go unheeded and get swept in the uninhibited gush of mammoth waves. Yet, in otherwise normal times, reality, just like the waves of the ocean, appears harmless waiting only to strike when fantasy becomes a quasi-reality of life.

Since Man has begun to think, his sole aim has been to search for the Real. As civilizations evolved, Reality evolved into Ultimate Reality. Hours have been spent thinking on it. Volumes have been written on it. Yet each time reality dawns on someone it feels new. It stands there stark naked with a deceptive virginity.