Life’s A Symphony

Is it this, what is called “It’s a man’s world?”

The rights of a man have been altering constantly over time due to social, legal, religious and political influences. Today the rights have also been tainted because of technology. But it has to be admitted that there is not much to a man’s right as compared to a woman’s or a child’s right. But do they need all those rights? After all since time unmemorable, man has been the vanguard of all worlds’ activities, whether amazing or awful.

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Human for generations have made gods as they are, they have clothed the gods as they clothe themselves and have given their voice and form. Man has created god in his own image. The Africans have created their gods flat nosed and black. The whites have created their gods white with blue eyes and blond hair, the Indians have created various versions of their north and south Indian gods, the Japanese, Chinese and Far East people have created their gods who have slanting eyes. If tigers, horses and elephants could draw and make sculptures like men, then tigers would create gods as tigers, horses as horses, elephants as elephant. Bodies of gods would be made as they appear, each one of their own kind.

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Life’s A Symphony


When a man is born, the same music starts all over again, the same old tune is repeated once more, the same symphony played over, movement by movement, with very little variation. I am so tired of hearing the same old cliché: “We are here for a reason.” “Life has a meaning.” I feel like blurting it out that there is no meaning to life, that it is up to you to give it a meaning, that there is no value, that whatever you choose to think becomes value, that you are dumped into this world, that you are entirely and solely accountable for what you do, that you are alone in this world without any help, and that you are responsible to engage yourself with the world – otherwise you starve. And when the music stops – everything ends. Let us wait for another conductor.

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