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Its interestingto know how we flow from one state of mind to another,the shifting patterns of bliss,

lightfulness and featherlike to mundane weightfulness and to sorrow and despiration.

We find different words in history ,melodies in music and compositions in literature which dwells in

detail regarding these shades. If one is involved in this . The very presence of flow will be absent to

him; A flow in its essence always represents a continuity of one to another, a flow does not

recognise difference or what we mean by difference.

The flow sees the differing as the same - which is streached through existence - A design of infinite values

Of wonder...The one who sees the difference is the one who is static.His entire inner whole is in

Apprehension towards the greater whole.his nerves his muscles even his payers stand in opposition

to this naturality that sorrounds him and alas his soul starts battling,It is this inability which declines to

see the flow ,the naturalitywhich in turn had neccessitated the birth of a wonderful child--

Called - RELIGION.

I have always wondered seeing him grow, when he gives solace to his parents,

When he makes them do all kinds of things just to assure something the child and the parent

confuse with -- love - The greater its abstraction greater will be its manifestation.