Probably the least understood process described with linear contigency.

How many crosslines in our dear life have we succumb onto a situational enigma whereas one can't ever be truly original again when it comes to being true and loyal towards their heart's wish for universal clarity?

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

- Omar Khayam

Where does it lead us to? Patience, as they say is a virtue. But in virtuality, can we see things in clear and proportionate measure? I, have for more than once believe that the system have never been perfect. Actually, the system are only fragments of the world's structural abstraction. I felt the remorse for human kind today. Living in dis-organization scheduled by aristocrats in modern environment and superficial atmosphere. Some might say that left is the right way to the left, some might say right is the wrong way to the left. They refuse to take the upper and lower options. Sky is no way down. Down, on the other hand is clearly not going up neither. We follow clearly just by order and jugdemental thinking when all else does not work. Functions does not always result to satisfaction. I resides to the fundamentals of other road less travelled: The elusive road uncharted by any explorers of the unknown, ways that may be perceived by some as unorthodoxical. There's no oxygen to where we're going. Not even tiny glimpse of lights or hope for a hitcher riding our back for compensation.

Yes, the road is long and swindling.

Yes, the road is dark and gloom.

Yes, the road is vague and hazardous.

But I will never stay unfocused for matter worse than this. Go back there where your soul and wit belongs. Help is on the way. Do not feel helpless as strength and courage is over-rated by some. What ever goes green will surely turn yellow.

And yellow is a bright color. Sooner. Or later.

Ulasan

Zid berkata…
Follow the yellow brick road...
faizalmukhtar berkata…
[jiddo san]

...swell. may it not blind us.