Musings Of The Übermensch In The Age Of Decadence

Monotony of catastrophe. Who said so? Someone. I feel like meeting Antoine Roquentin. On the Boulevard Noir perhaps..?. But I am not sure whether he would have gone to that garden. How he would look at me? With his wonted indifference? Still not sure. The monotony of doubts! Doubts mark our ways. We are such stuff. I wish I were in India. India of diversity. People united by pangs of unfulfilled dreams. I would have gone to some library. A big...

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Prufrockian conundrum and Graphomania: The Great Reversal

The pain of impossibility to express, when the whole being is overflowing with what has to be conveyed, is a deep one. The way in which Prufrock says “That is not what I meant at all./That is not it, at all.”, has absolutely no note of calmness we find in the classic Upanishadic negation of "nethi,nethi". The pain is unbearably acute and the constantly alive feeling of passing time renders it an urgency which the protagonist finds hard to overcome....

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Musings:Without Punctuation.

How ravishing it would be to be lead on by a rapturous idea..the whole being following like one possessed.You just have to remain idle,absolutely indifferent,like a log caught in the current.But it is a situation which happens very rarely. Beauty lies in things andsituations that are rare and uncommon.Sometimes when you sit idle and alone,hours on end into late night you have the feeling that a truly genuine insight is hovering around you.A clue...

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