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arjan60
7/5/2008 3:08 am |
Have you ever thought How the world might look in the eyes of A dog on the street? The dog perhaps would not bother About the world much He would know the world By the leftovers in the garbage In sunnier days he may even Feel for his bitch He knows that a hit Would hurt him bad And a car can run him over Rarely he could meet a kind soul Who would whistle at him His luckiest day could be When someone throws him food He wouldn’t care Where he would lie When he dies This is what the dog could think There is no way he knows much better If he did, he wouldn’t be on the road He wouldn’t be Man’s slave But you know that The world is much more than What it is in a dog’s view For a Man the world is much bigger Though he is much similar to the dog, In many ways. There are things where he differs For one thing we know that A Man’s world is a lot more and better Than that of the street dog The man rides in a car That can run over a dog The Man has tamed so many things Of the God’s world Including the dog Have you ever thought That if the dog’s world is limited to his own view The Man’s world also is limited likewise? Is it not possible that Both know to the level They are capable of knowing The world beyond their thoughts is not for them Just because they have not seen them If they did, they did not understand them How can I be proud that I am a Man At the pinnacle of knowledge When I am not sure Where do I stand? For all my intelligence For all my knowledge For all my strength And for all my comforts I am still ignorant I am ignorant of things Which are beyond my perception I do try to know them In fact, I could see through the door For a little distance But I must know that What I know is nothing In front of the unknown Tell me friends, Does the dog know about the war in Iraq? Does he know about this blog? Ignorance of Man too is Of this magnitude Our pride is only our limitation Our humility could be a bit better But that too is tutored by our thoughts The humblest could Still be proud of his humility So friends, just remember That we are just dust In front of the bigger dust For a smaller matter We are only a bit bigger None knows how big is big And how small is small Are the biggest and the smallest one? We may ask how it is possible? But I do not know As I can perceive neither To see is to believe This is Man’s parameter Therefore I do not believe That which I do not see Can I believe without seeing I tend to doubt I do not trust other’s intelligence In this matter Therefore, it is possible that The world is much more than That meets my eye My eyes are small And are ordained to see the limited I do not have the tools to see Things which are beyond Perhaps I may not be able to see them With my senses If I can perceive them Through others’??! Who are they? Are there Men capable enough? I do not know. I feel that Men too are limited to a limit Like the humble dog has his. We can strain beyond this limit With not much result. Here I must confess Of a little anomaly My thoughts run Within limitations of Men How can I think about my thoughts Other than through my thoughts?. |
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7/5/2008 8:04 am |
Interesting perspective arjan and definitely one I hadn't really given much thought to before. In a sense we are all the same, limited only by what we can see - and often times what we can see is really only what we CHOOSE to see. And yet I must point out that most believe there is air all around us, and yet we do not see it. The proof is in the fact that we breathe. Love exists, and yet we cannot see that either .. the proof lies in the countless broken hearts that fill the world. Gravity is present, and yet again - can you really see it? The proof? We are tethered firmly to the earth each and every day. Thanks for giving me something to ponder once again. ~~~~ ♥ ~~~~ ♥ ~~~~
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7/5/2008 9:44 am |
Thanks Isabella. It does not matter now if more people read this or not. I know a couple of them who are likely to read and I love them. But you got what I wanted to say. There is intelligence beyond what we can comprehend. If we know that, we would never be proud. To love is not to be proud. To love is to be humble. I am glad I am talking to you, Isabella. Thanks a lot.
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