"what if you slept? and what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? and what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? and what if, when you awake, you had the flower in your hand? aah, what then?" - Coleridge..... daaaang!! it feels amaaazing to read the klassiks. i was psyched reading this poem again!! just the other day i watched 'horton hears a who' which was absolutely mind boggling!! i dunt remember dr.seuss being waaay existentialist as a kid. whooa.
there is much freedom in childhood. we grow up only to have all our dreams & hopes krushed. suppresed even. the transition to adulthood sucks hey? but this begs the question.... wat if? wat if we were all kast shadows of a puppet master, residents of who-ville, kompletely equivokal of the "truth" of life & the unfathomable beyond. insya-allah. god willing. if that is the kase, than we have no kontrol over our destiny. that it will always be pre-determined. resistance is futile?
