No philosopher – a mere observer and observed, the voice!
Let there be musics – I hear and I commit to paper. Let it be music for the present’s and the future’s ears.
If grasped, this all will push the all of you and me towards being faithful – not fearful.
Is there anyone – of course there isn’t. There’s no you to me, there is no me to you. There’s only you for me. And that’s the it of it.
I want to feel and touch and hear and say It’s not subjective. There’s no objective. My life s not yours but yours is mine. Aye, aye! It works with you.
There will be no enigmas in here – every little trifle and letter and syllable will be yours and its meaning will solely answer your questions. Float down the stream of these words and utterances and read your very own book.