When I grow up...

... I wanna be JUST like, ermm..., lets just call him "Mr. P, from Pp".
(For the jurisprudentially inclined, make it "whatever I've seen of, Mr. P from Pp, from my limited perception capabilities and "only human" level IQ!")

Crossing the boundaries (!) of thass...
Today I met a person, who truly LIVES the commandment that He gave us. Add to that his zeal to be of use to others, and the sense of humility and all its kith and kin...
Indeed, one must truly be blessed to even come across such people... People who know me in SPIC MACAY would know the value of these words:
"The EXPERIENCE of meeting him et al was NO less than the artiste interaction that we crave for so insatiably..."
In effect, I guess, we all are artistes in our own right. Each art being one's way to live life, derived from countless generations of experience and evolution. Also, each such entity BEING open to as deep an exploration as the self desires, I would speculate that like the 'more tangible' art forms, these too must be meditative after a certain level.

Its hard to fathom how many (if any) issues lie nearly resolved thanks to this little revelation; the essence and significance of bhaav, in the functionings of life.

The goal stands in the distance now. For good or for bad, the path in between lies uncharted and open to infinity.
Indeed, the journey, in all its glorious randomness and unassuming influence, IS life... (jurisprudential disclaimer!)

To be at the decided (yet incredibly flexible!) goal at the time of the big Farewell, would perhaps be the aim of the journey, albeit only for the stretch in our currently conceivable consciousness...

Cheers Mr. P sir!
God bless...
Be happy..