When the yaksha asked Yudhishtira what the fastest thing in the universe was, he answers that it is the mind. It can be here this moment, and then roam the infinite space in the next.
That's my motto for whatever I write : Let the mind wander, like a horse, and then try and pen down the thoughts.
This is like Ashwamedha, a ritual where the mind is set free, and all throughout its travels, to try and stay with it, not being caught up in any one thought, but just be a witness to all that comes to mind. Just as the horse is slaughtered at the end of the ashwamedha, the mind will subside at the end of these wanderings, when one realizes 'na iti'. (na - No/not. iti - This. So 'not this'.)
Quite a task, I imagine, even for one who is well versed with the art of writing. The inadequacies, I'm afraid, would be much higher for this author.
Yet, I'd rather not wait for better tools, but create what I can. It would be a unique expression of the roads this mind has traveled.
The speed of the pen cannot match the speed of the mind, and that's why so much of this doesn't make sense. I've to go with the ashwa, the horse, while you're left reading what the pen could manage to capture.
That's my motto for whatever I write : Let the mind wander, like a horse, and then try and pen down the thoughts.
This is like Ashwamedha, a ritual where the mind is set free, and all throughout its travels, to try and stay with it, not being caught up in any one thought, but just be a witness to all that comes to mind. Just as the horse is slaughtered at the end of the ashwamedha, the mind will subside at the end of these wanderings, when one realizes 'na iti'. (na - No/not. iti - This. So 'not this'.)
Quite a task, I imagine, even for one who is well versed with the art of writing. The inadequacies, I'm afraid, would be much higher for this author.
Yet, I'd rather not wait for better tools, but create what I can. It would be a unique expression of the roads this mind has traveled.
The speed of the pen cannot match the speed of the mind, and that's why so much of this doesn't make sense. I've to go with the ashwa, the horse, while you're left reading what the pen could manage to capture.
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