How have you been? I will take this opportunity to let you know that I have decided to write letters to you. So this is nothing more than a self aware letter announcing it’s existence to a little piece of spacetime, an island in reality, that’s called Preeti.
We are very lenient in terms of classes. The teacher writes and the student gets to nod her head. If an idea seemed too much in the air, the student thinks, she gets curious , wanders away through her windows and coconut trees. Sometimes for real before Skype.
Before I take you to the place, I must tell you about the place a bit more. The place is real. The ideas are true. The intentions are innocent. And the purposes are none. Some of the land is only fertile in letting dolphins fly out in dreams. But the narrator would be logically consistent about it.
I want you to notice how the laws of this world are spontaneous. They have a way of being true on their own. It’s almost as if they would have been true had you paid attention. Like an old man looking at a painting, that comes alive on its own and then the old man gets to scratch his bald of about no hair and feel wise.
The Only thing is you and me and all that we are, are in the painting.
Notice how the idea of truth has a taste of singularity to it. The physicist takes off his hat and sees the dynamics. There is a pattern, the painting evolves and changes but according to it’s own rules.
Because you, me and all of everything behind your backyard is inside the painting, we find in the rules a sense of realization.The bond is when you say, ‘Huh.. Why else wouldn’t it be this.’
The place is an abstract of course and the thoughts I am afraid are suffering of one-sidedness. I miss your shaky head Preeti and the occasional signs of assurances. And of course, the lack of resonance. You see now, that’s all people are trying to do, find relevant frequencies in their 1980s dabba like radios, pointing them to each other in marconi style. Our reality is sad Preeti. Sad in funny ways.
But anyway, since you have tuned in and come this far downtown, let me show you the first place we will park camp. It’s Newton 1675, an apple and a very outrageous thought.
One that explained everything. Almost.
Until Next time,
From the Troubled Chapters with Roma
To My Coconut laden lady in Haste.