Fireflies dont live forever like the rest of us. But do you think that the similarity ends there between them and most of us? Their ephemeral lives seem so pointless - but dont they make the darkest of nights seem like you never want it to end? Have you ever seen a field full of them on a new moon night? My thoughts aspire to be fireflies. Ephemeral, pointless even perhaps, but all that matters is the beauty of their existance. You wont miss them when they are not around but once you have seen them, you cant imagine a new moon night without praying that they bring the starfilled sky into rice fields once again. oh well, I do hope so atleast.
Talking of thoughts, one thing that struck me when I created this account is that there might be atleast a score of people in this world who did set up their blog this very moment and that makes me ask this of myself -Why do we want to preserve our thoughts (for isnt that what we try to do in communication by any means- this propapgation of our thought)? Is this similar to the "selfish gene" that does nothing but preserves itself forever? Or this really a way to connect? Connect to what? I mean if by mere communication of ideas would fill the gaps and connect people why did we for centuries fight? Why do problems arise and never cease between people, cultures, countries, races?
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