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Losing Innocence

Germaine Greer once defined the library as a place where you can lose your innocence without losing your virginity.  The implication is that knowledge or awareness deflowers your consciousness.  What Satan offered to Eve in Paradise was nothing other than the fruit of knowledge.  As a consequence of eating that fruit, Eve lost her virginity with double delight: physically as well as cognitively. According to the Bible, she along with Adam discovered shame after devouring the fruit of knowledge.

Awareness leads us to the discovery of shame, loss of innocence over and again. When the real criminals enjoy positions of power or relax in paradises abroad and petty thieves or even innocent people get life terms in prisons, we discover the shame of our race yet again.  People who are worshipped as godmen or ammas are crooks at the least and hardcore criminals most often.  Lies metamorphose into truths in the new gadgets. Truth dies in infancy. Expediency is new morality.

Awareness deflowers.  And the orgasm agonises the soul.
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  1. Anupam PatraJune 18, 2016 at 8:19 PM

    This resounds a profound truth.

    Could not agree with you more.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJune 18, 2016 at 8:32 PM

      Thanks, Anupam, for understanding the pain of my orgasms.

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  2. sunaina sharmaJune 19, 2016 at 1:24 AM

    And the chaste can claim, "They are only reading a book".....:)

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  3. Kala RaviJune 20, 2016 at 11:18 AM

    Hmm, never thought of knowledge this way! Maybe ignorance is bliss!

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  4. DeepJune 20, 2016 at 9:40 PM

    There's pleasure in knowledge. There's pain in pleasure. More the knowledge, more the pain. But like all things similar, knowledge is intoxicating and one keeps coming back for more.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJune 21, 2016 at 5:43 AM

      Knowledge is addictive, you're right. Pain plus pleasure.

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