Ginger drafts...

“Come on, pull yourself together, that was just inevitable, cant you see, you have to let the animal in you taste its mortification and take it to new heights.” “It’s unbearable; the mere thread of recollection is haunting and repulsive. How can a group of hyenas attack a lioness that is pregnant and injured herself? On any other day, lioness would have retaliated to the irrational demeanor, but not today.” She bemoaned impetuously. “I am afraid; we can’t have incomparably naïve human perceptions confound the truth that we all chose to ignore. This is nature, and what we have just witnessed is a proof that we often delude ourselves with vanity of humanness, worse, take pride in the questionable attitudes towards considering ourselves civilized. Underneath our skins, we are still animals and can’t betray or delude ourselves by adorning cloaks of mutually beneficial attitudes.” It was her first date after a conscientious hiatus of a couple of years. Her reason necessitated that he exerci

I reached out with my hand to grab the water bottle before me, and to my own chagrin, I delicately contemplated the islands of choice I had over a sea of unconscious probable ventures. Clearly, I could have chosen to grab the bottle or not grab it. This seemingly innocuous nature of choices each element of the universe has over their neighboring elements is capable of creating disturbances along the line of action. Every choice gathers with itself the armor that renders it capable of either participating or assuming the specific disturbance and this wave of cascading disturbances morphs in multidimensional latitudes to result in a particular outcome, which precariously awaits another inevitable action to set it forth into yet another wave of disturbances. What is striking in all this labyrinthine yet commonplace dynamic wave allocations, setting all the elements of this universe in a sea of perpetual disturbances is the fact that “for every single disturbance, there are an infinite num