What’s new year except in your calendars and calculated measurements? For me, there are only the cyclical motions. When I complete one revolution round the sun you call it a year. Is there really a beginning and an end in a cyclical motion? Have you ever watched a child drawing a circle with a compass? He begins somewhere, a random point, comes back to it and continues a little more to make sure that the beginning is not seen. Even the child knows that a circle doesn’t have a beginning. Nor an end. Like eternity. Eternity is a cycle. Have you ever thought of that? This is an endless motion for me, my life. Your scientists have given it a beginning and calculated its likely end too. Billions of years. But what do years mean to me? Mine is a cyclical motion round the sun. The sun holds me to itself. Yet I can’t ever get closer to it. This distance between it and me is what makes my journey delightful. There’s longing in this journey. To get closer. Occasi
Cerebrate and Celebrate