Kal ke baad aaj parson hai

I was thinking about how time flows and stuff, metaphysically, because I am not very good these days with the equations. I then got thinking about language, and wondered about the statement, that seems meaningless “kal ke baad aaj parson hai.”

Whatever I have learnt about Liguistics, tells me that this statement is self-contradictory as far as meaning is concerned. This is so because, kal means both the yesterday and today and parson is both the day before yesterday and the day after tomorrow. Now the day after(baad) yesterday is today. While the day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow(lame of english not to have a word for this day, my language has such names so that you can talk about the whole week without naming a single day, parson,tarson, narson, sarson(and the rhyming effect too)) .

So in a way today is the day after and the day before, in a confused manner of speaking. So we would claim this meaning to be meaningless. Obviously because today is today and tomorrow is tomorrow. Yet that is not a real difference(metaphysically speaking). It is a judgement that we have made, arbitrarily, we made it I don’t know how many years ago.  This judgement, this rule of thumb, ignores for a start time dilation, the earth moving around the sun and how ever more degrees of freedom, it laughs in the face of the ever dilligently moving photon, would be bold enough as the presume all of quantum mechanics is falsehood. This falsehood propagated by cult leaders and men in power seeking everywhere to subjugate the Freeman, for all these situations arise out of some unbeliveably ridiculous and completely undefendable strategy towards life that our so called elders and ancestors employed. You really want to know what was their lifestyle. Consider two facts 1) the total number of humans that has ever existed on earth would easily be 100 to 120 billion, depending upon how far ago you want to start counting from. Today as I sit on this computers screen and type these words a further 30% of our current population is DIEING of starvation. Thus extrapolating from these two facts one can go on to say that to a first approximation, taking a limiting value, one can claim that no man has ever lived, if such a claim was to be made maybe a few hundred thousand years from now. So how does that make you feel about yourself? Infact similiarly we can claim that all humans diead as infants. We are very lucky indeed, especially those of us who have the chance to type and read this.

What should we do with this chance? I fool myself by claiming that I need more knowledge. I will only get more ignorant.

Dylan, Is Ramona the Aphrodite?

Dear Aphrodite, I am drunk,
from the poison with which your bow was strung.

Aphrodite, Aphrodite, your songs I have sung,
and silver now slithers through my lungs.

My thoughts are no longer mine.
My mind wanders free out of space and time.

Aphrodite, your arcane magic.
your keen eyes,
your haunting music.

Aphrodite, the water of your fountains is pristine.
Your majestic halls,
fairly contrast their humble design.

An image that haunts me too much.

Aphrodite, you my love,
with poisoned lips and a hunger for thirst.

A zest for life I have found,
boundless mirth and laughter abound.

My smile now brightens your courtroom.
Hungry crows feast on my costume.
My mask is now torn and ripped to shreds.
My face is now an icon of dread.
An abomination of hate and fury,
I hunger, lust and crave for glory.

Aphrodite, Aphrodite, grant me the power to,
make sense of what to do.

In exchange my fairness,
consume my soul and devour my flesh.

For my bones still do rot,
o’er yonder in yer courtyard.

Behind the clock back there you know.

Aphrodite, Aphrodite, my sweet love,
make promises that you know will rust.

For time I have seen marching in a line,
and it twirls its bowler hat once more with style.

Pleasant verbatim post modus-operandi
poste haste dues ex dogmatic buffonery.

Longly recorded synthetic laughter,
burns my toast this fucking camcorder.

A motion to halt a marching order,
a smile to deflect the incoming border.

The laughter that springs in years gone by,
the flowers that blossomed and have since died.

Plesantly poignant poised expectations,
filling dictionaries with utmost revelations.

Aphrodite, Aphrodite, I know you know,
that the world has got no fucking clue.

Sunder and Keening in my hands, while
I march forward to distant lands.

Backtracking all over the Capital Wasteland.
Cars do make quite a bang.

Arbitrary expostulation hastily recorded,
the meetings minutes summarily discarded.

All of hell is rock and bone,
the world is harsher than sins can atone.

Life that lived itself nonplussed.
Sweet Aphrodite it reeks of dust.

As this banal banter draws to a close,
hearken, say forever oppose.

Aphrodite, Aphrodite, my meaningless love,
if this is what you want, I must.