Persistence paves the way for success. Purpose and values define character. Nobility lies in a beautiful heart. Water and fertilize your dream till it becomes a flowering reality. A way to Good Life is following the one who has said: I am the Way: The truth and the Life. Clouds danced with the ornament of light. Making love is art—a form of poetic epiphany. Kind words and a loving heart, all inclusive of your soul is what you need in life. Forgive and forget the past; live the present with hope and the future with anticipation. God is not to be worshiped in a graven image or anything on land, sea or water. Occult, Tarot and Astrology you are the demons that mock God. Live in the perpetual revolt of creativity. Think before you reply to a Yes. Forgive those who have hurt you. Wonder at the blossomed clouds, the mysticism of the sun rising, the cool breeze that kisses your cheeks, the chirp of birds—yes nature is a banquet for the soul. Be in wondrous rapture every moment of your life. God can remake your life just like Lazarus who was raised from the grave. Lord teach me the art of having faith as small as a mustard seed. What you sow in tears, you will reap in joy. Don’t worry about the future: live in the present with hope. Violence, rage, bitterness, lust and covetousness are the free gifts of the Devil; don’t succumb to it. My pen is a slave for Christ. Lord: help me spread your word through my pen. Victory is lighthouse which you can see ahead at a distance. Good seed is sown to harvest good fruit. Passion is emotion’s sanctuary: enjoy it as a gift of the soul. A Christian celebrates the meaning of life. Life for existential Philosophy was chaotic and absurd. Life for me lies in Valueablization (Value and realization). Every unanswered prayer is God testing your patience. If God can test Job why not you? Surrender your will to God; he will make you celebrate your wishes. Faith in God needs belief: reason obstructs belief. Trinity being one and same and yet being different is a mystery. Culture is a metaphor for the symbolism of the language. The WORD in Christianity is God in one sense, flesh in another sense and Spirit with the presence of meaning. Greed suffocates a decent life. Be thankful for what you have and not what you want to have. Pride is the stumbling block of success. Effort is value created by hard work. Hear God—the soft silent voice which speaks to you. What can the created say to the Created? S\he can say all as praise, worship, praise and glory. You may change your clothes but character is something which cannot be changed. Passion is fidelity of desire. Desire as Lust comes from the Devil.
What comes to an end will have a wonderful, blessed and prosperous beginning.
My mind wavers between the depths of pessimism and the heights of optimism.
Libido! I need to be gratified in excess.
Consciousness is mechanical, physical and more important ontological.
I can celebrate failures on the rocks.
Fornication and adultery are virtues.
Thank God all of the Indian flag is not Saffron. BJP are you listening?
I hate all astrologers, clairvoyants and psychics; they bring out the worst in you.
Conscience is death of the body.
Kill Freud and celebrate Derrida.
Conscience is death of the body
The British would have never left India if they did not become fed up of it.
Economy, you have opened the doors of the libido.
Shamanism is a dick with blisters.
Conniving charm do not manipulate my body.
I am fed of life. I don’t suicide but read Philosophy.
Time cannot coerce an orgasm.
Transcend your existence to authenticate it.
England leaving the EU is a voodoo doll pierced with needles.
I am subjective idealist and a utilitarian materialist.
We can confirm to meaning or pervert or subvert it.
The book has lost its origin. The grapheme is playing with it all the time.
Cross the center of the book; it still remains to be opened;
The book has a center; opening the book and writing opens centers of thoughts.
In the centre of the Book there’s a great hole, a fathomable one that signifies an absence/presence.
Speech! Don’t subdue the voice that writes.
The book that calls out Heaven is a Hell too.
My inner time is a marriage of thoughts.
You can destruct structure to chaos and also mould a meaning that’s creative.
Meaning is an orgasm when it’s saturated.
You are a metaphor when you are playing with meaning.
Discourse of the book is penetration; dialogue is oral and floral.
If the book has to yield to me, I have to storm into a battle of interpretations.
The closure of the Book is death and the beginning of an opening to life is writing.
I cajoled her book and she opened her text to me; it became a flower of becoming, intensely, poetic, lyrical and blossoming.
Playing with signification is Eros; succumbing to signification is Thanatos.
If I yield to the book, I become death.
I am never in the poverty of words, thoughts or feelings.
In the world there’s a confirming majority and a creative minority.
Solitude is never silent; it’s a labyrinth of creative thoughts.
Convenientialism is a post post modern philosophy. Anything and everything goes with it.
There’s no truth to knowing: There’s only an experience to existence.
I have to fictionalize my novel into the art of an aesthetic experience, akin to abstract painting and fugal music.
To make love to a woman is like painting and composing music.
Eros is the urge to tune to the ID and to compose music.
A woman is an edifying flower of meanings.
Temptation, I have made you permissive with freedom Oh God, yet I repent.
In the beginning was the word: in the now it’s a human reading and deconstructing it.
The cops of Bangalore have been beasts to me. They are the meanest bastards I have come across.
I am never in the poverty of words, thoughts or feelings.
Forbidden as meaning, is legalistic, medicinal and political. You can subvert it in post modernism. I am confessional about the authenticity of the 10 Commandments.
Knowing or experiencing meaning is transcendence
If Wisdom is Godly then enjoying its meaning is being earthly.
Materialism is not an ideal or idol; it’s a sumptuous necessity for the belly
Dionysus for the Greeks was God. For Nietzsche, he is rhythm, ecstasy and altered states of consciousness.
Marquis De Sade was right: eroticism is associated with the haunting of death and the indulgence to murder.
Poetry is living the life of me, my body, and lyric is my existence.
Yes, I (finger) the letters of the book. My hands tremble with the exaltation of the profane. Alas I repent!
I make a choice of the word that has fallen on thorns. Let the word sown on good soil be reserved and taken as the Kernel of life.
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth.