Everyone's cursed - it's called LIFE

What if the dawn of a new day always meant the start of a new life ?

What if all your questions had just one answer ?
What if you knew the answers to all your questions ?
What if all the answers were again questions ?
Why does a question always require an answer ?
Is the answer only important when asked the right question ?
Why does one question ?
Why can't one just accept and submit ?
"The aim of life is self developement" - Oscar Wilde. What did he mean ?
Does not having an answer cost more than not asking the question ?
What is more important - to have an answer or to know that it's ok to question ?

What if every dream in the night always became reality during the day ?
What if all that you felt was a mere illusion ?
What if everything you have come to believe as real is actually only an illusion ?
What is an illusion ?
How is it different from a fragment of your imagination ?
How is imagination different from a dream ?

How does one define one's existence ?
How can one substantiate one's existence ?
Would the world be any bit different if you did not exist in it ?
Does your existence really matter ?
How is presence any different from existence ?
Does form have any influence over your existence ?
How does one relate substance to form ?

Do i really want the answers to all those questions ?
Does it really matter ?

Thievery Corporation - "The Time We Lost Our Way"

My mind is full bursting over
With all this things I can't remember
Every little single memory reminds me of you
My eyes were weary with all this tears
You left your shadow in my dreams
All my doubts seem to disappear when you came along
Flowers melting up into the sky
Hear my heart where our love colides
We hear the songs we found in the times we lost our way
From without words cannot describe
What caused the stars to fall deep inside?
Every little memory reminds me of you
Our days are gone lost forever
Reflecting light glistening under water
Naturally this could be everything that seems so unreal
Flowers melting up into the sky
Hear my heart where our love colides
We hear the songs we found in the time we lost our way
Gentle memories replace our tears
All love we had is still right here
We hear the songs we found in the time we lost our way…

Conversation:

1. A spoken exchange of thoughts, opinions, and feelings; talk
2. An informal discussion of a matter or an issue by representatives of governments, institutions, or organizations
3. A real-time interaction with a computer

Is this supposed to work when the exchange is unilateral, bilateral or both ? I've been involved in situations where the exchange has been both unilateral and bilateral. It is my personal experience that leads me to question the veracity of that definition.

What if an exchange is unilateral or bilateral out of compulsion rather than by choice ? If its out of compulsion, obviously one of the parties involved in the conversation is an involuntary participant. In that case, no longer does it remain a conversation. It's a blatant waste of time.

Conversation is an art. It needs to be cajoled and handled with precise care.

No wonder i'm not good at it.