A Touch of Madness

"For the Warrior there is no such thing as an impossible love.

He is not intimidated by silence, indifference, or rejection. He knows that behind the mask of ice that people wear, there beats a heart of fire.

This is why the Warrior takes more risks than other people. He is constantly seeking the love of someone, even if that means often having to hear the word "no," returning home defeated and feeling rejected in body and soul.

A Warrior never gives in to fear when he is searching for what he needs. Without love, he is nothing."

-Warrior of the Light.
Paulo Coelho.

Reinvention

Many suns have come and gone since I last tried to discover. Discover myself, discover truths, secrets.

I begin to question myself. I do not have all the answers, but I read in a book: "sometimes, the questions are answers in themselves". Pondering upon the perplexity and the complexity of this statement, I am bewildered. Naturally. Questions demand answers unless they are rhetorical, of course. But, if questions demand answers, and questions already have their answers, then isn't it discovery that a question really requires ? Discovery of the context, the status. And thus, learning. Through discovery, I understand more, I learn more, I am more alert. I observe and constantly inhale knowledge. "How are you ?"

How is this an answer ? I do not know, I have not learnt, but I will try. Learning is neverending. And so every mistake that is made while learning can be corrected in the next lesson: an infinite loop of enhancement and enrichment.

"How are you ?"

If unanswered, in most probability, the mind will soar over to new plains to seek the answer. To seek empathy, for if I empathize, I will understand how the person in context really is. Words can lie. But if there are no words, there can be no lie, and therefore, I am supplied with the answer I really want. Without it being given. I will analyze the person's situation; the events that occupy his mind. I will analyze and assemble the images and produce an answer harmonic to reality. If I do not have sufficient substance to supplement my thought process, I will ask. I will recall circumstances that may reveal new insights, that may reveal new ideas regarding a person's mood. And so, in one simple question, I have answered many. I have made myself more aware of happenings, and I have made myself think. "How are you ?"

Such a maze. Such a beautifully crafted system. Questions. Just questions. So intricately woven, yet they are but a glint in the moonlit ocean. God has gifted these to us. I am Grateful. We are Grateful.

If questions are answers in themselves, are answers essentially questions ?

PS: This short post will be continued if it lies in God's Will.
PPS: This is the 101th post of Insignia and Hours combined. The 100th post was a poem entitled 'Full'. The new layout is thus, a tribute.
PPPS: I have a lot to write about. I may encounter restraints, but I will try to find a way, somehow.