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The highest form of inspiration has the signature of love somewhere in it.  Even a great intellectual giant like Albert Einstein had love in his neurons.  His love, however, was not confined to a few individual human beings; it encompassed the whole cosmos.  When he said that "there are only two ways to live your life” one of which is “as though nothing is a miracle” and “the other is as though everything is a miracle,” his love for the cosmos is what came across.  The cosmos was a miracle for him.  He loved it.  His love led to his theories born out of his ardent desire to understand what he loved so much. 

Novelist Joseph Conrad could not have mapped the dark depths of the human heart had he not been inspired by love of human beings.  “Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness,” he knew.  But he also knew that men alone could seek themselves in the work they do.  What makes a man great is not the work he does, Conrad would have said, but discovering himself in the work: “for yourself not for others.”

I would couple the above two views to analyse what inspires me: an urge to understand my world (the whole cosmos) and my self (my microcosm).  The world fascinates me with its beauty and horror, compassion and cruelty, its resplendence and its obscurity.  All of them are present within me too.  You don’t know how much effort I require to control the demons within me.  My writing is an exercise in that process.  I wish there was more love in it than anger. 

PS. Written for IndiSpire Edition 198: #myinspiration



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  1. Pranju chakrapaniDecember 8, 2017 at 11:44 AM

    That makes you a human, to control the demons present within. Of course, most of them don't realize that. The effort to bring the best from within is inspirational.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 8, 2017 at 3:55 PM

      You're right: most people don't even know their inner demons. They think only others have the problem. Most religious people have that attitude.

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  2. AbhiDecember 8, 2017 at 4:31 PM

    Beautiful. As they say , Love heals. True love heals completely.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 9, 2017 at 6:57 AM

      No doubt. The world is always eroding our love, however. That's the challenge.

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