........"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings"........
As infants, when you enter this world..... this dark, cruel world that is more keen on sinking you into its depth of sin than sacred...... you would have a guiding light - a light that acts as a caregiver, protecter, punisher and mentor until you break away and fly........ its believed that the light is the one that in that span of time has given you the tools for your long flight...... the guiding light can be anything - it could be parents, experiences, friend, a lifelong aquaintance, anything at all............ But what one fails to see is that this light cannot possibly equip you with what you need..... a need to take in the essence of your surrounding and yet the need to retain your individual essence that halts you from merging into it...... a reflex to shun out all the evils out and about yet an ironic desire to nurse the evils within........ an instinct to protect yourself from emotions that sear you yet ruthlessly succumb to the most painful sear of them all............ for me all of this shall remain mysteries of a lifelong quest - one that may not yield answers but one that gives more of such strange, bewildering and insatiable fragments - that like the rain, drenches but exhilarates........