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People travel to wonder
at the height of the mountains,
at the huge waves of the sea,
at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean,
at the circular motion of the stars,
and they pass themselves by without wondering.


I came across these lines written by St Augustine in a book on neuro-linguistic programming.  Living in a world in which I witness the belittling of people through ingenious ways for varied motives by people occupying positions of immense responsibility, I’m left wondering when we will discover the wonder that every individual is.   

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  1. Preethi VenugopalaMarch 1, 2014 at 5:29 PM

    I agree with you..Every individual is a marvel waiting to be discovered...

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMarch 1, 2014 at 6:40 PM

      No one has the time to discover the individual, Preethi. People are busy probing bodies. My next blog will be on that.

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    2. UnknownMarch 1, 2014 at 11:16 PM

      wonders are many, but none is more wonderful than man!!!!!!!!






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  2. UnknownMarch 1, 2014 at 9:28 PM

    I loved this post. :)

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  3. UnknownMarch 1, 2014 at 11:17 PM

    wonders are many but none is more wonderful than man!!!!!

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  4. UnknownMarch 2, 2014 at 3:34 PM

    ...when we will discover the wonder that every individual is... UNIQUE! Actually when I wander in this Urban Jungle of Mumbai, and see numberless squatters along the streets, it occurs to me that each person is an Epic that no one reads.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMarch 2, 2014 at 4:49 PM

      Right, Remi, every one those hapless persons will have more moving stories to narrate than the best novelists.

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  5. Midnight scribblesMarch 3, 2014 at 11:03 PM

    As I read the post I couldn't help but remember a quote by Edgar Allen Poe,
    It is a happiness to wonder, it is a happiness to dream!

    To discover the wonder that every individual is, is a dream :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMarch 4, 2014 at 9:03 AM

      Discovering the wonder that your closest people are is possible, I guess.

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  6. UnknownMarch 11, 2014 at 11:00 AM

    Beautiful lines. I have never been interested in literature and poems but sometimes you find the most interesting ones.

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