A problem for sweet delinquents

Oh my poor dears, you never thought that there would be a nice problem once you condemn an animal to its death, by placing it on a lovely chair and injecting lethal doses of subtle satire into its innards. You even thought that I followed such nonsense.

Not many are as brilliant as you are my dear! Even placing the one man in the whole human evolutionary chain who would have smiled at the irreparable torture were not enough for you and your staunch supporters. You had to proceed with the ‘sentence’s you uttered before hand. The vanity of the human soul! It would not be pacified with honesty even.

Now where would you dispose the body off? All sweet delinquents have to contend with this one problem my dearest. They have to hide the remains.

But of course you can take it to the lab and dissect it with the help of your friends and then can even incinerate it, provided that there is an incinerator at your haunt.

You can have a thandoori chicken afterwards. The world would look beautiful yet, all glitter and glamour.

The problem is the shell is not the same as the animal which generated it. Can you tell me when did it come in to existence? Before it died or at the time of its death? Is it the same as the animal it succeeded?

Am I laughing? I wouldn’t want to, that too at your wonderfully young heart. Should I go into more details?

It is just like a poor system to have such terrible pitfalls. They have to produce a carcass where there is none! What does it matter whether some one sits in a chair or not, whether any one is thinking or not, whence come these two entities and a corpse to boot.

It is all imagination my dear. There is nothing really other than yourself, let me tell you, you wonderful little child, you are that thing that I am, there is naught concealed, there have never been anything concealed, all was made crystal clear. Only that you did not see it.

You wonder whether I am competent to tell it to you. Who else is capable dear? If those who know do not say so with conviction who else would dare say it? The true would always discern truth in its subtlety, for what else have we something called the self?

Don’t be drawn in to all the nonsense which is especially cooked for you, to get you off track. It is what is called the veil; would you not prove it to me that you can see behind that, and that you have it in you to step beyond, and be as I AM.

Words and mind can only go that much far. In fact let me say it in reverse, the words can reach very, very far and mind can go on spreading. That is not what we are inquiring into, is it? We are searching for something very primary.

We are searching for something we forgot somewhere.

It is within ourselves.

Did some sweet delinquents find it yet?