head wins tail loses

with every win i am led through garden path of loss

according to kafka chinese wall was built disjointly 100 yards at a stretch by 100 in a group project lasting say one year.

invader never thought that it was being built against them since they always were gaps. people who built it were only periodically away from home and glorified for their works. None but chinese knew what the were accomplishing. 1200 miles long wall that saves their land from invasion.

peace away from hunns the looters

even today chinese as a race so far advanced in thinking and they can plan and accomplish long term goals 100 years hence unknown to the rest of the world

what this has to do with loss is win and win is loss

for hunns win is a loss. they invaded for centuries and every time they won. they created their own path to destruction. they did not know how to produce how to build how to protect. they lived in a world that cannot sustain itself.

strange very strange. contrary to all my conditioned learning. forgetting as good as memorizing. I do not travel neither towards heaven nor towards hell.

my world as is heaven. my world as is hell

why money inflow is considered good? why money possession is good? of course it is not. i really do not know. knowing is suffering. as well as good feeling.

can i ever leave my world even for a moment?

virtual ~ good or bad i don't know

but i certainly know bad is as good as good always ~ i have no bones no muscles only feelings no preference

bad is false always that is good ~ my world is course perfection as it is ~ limit of all heavens from stone ages human trying to migrate

no discrimination no suffering no loss ~ all always beautiful fragrant loving bliss

কে কি করলো কি বলল  কি ভাবলো কি দেখলো কি বুঝলো  কিছুই বুঝিনা জানিনা  জানা অসম্ভব

সব সবসময় অজানা এবং অজানাই  থাকবে এটা জানি 

আমাকে জানবার দরকার নেই

কেও জানলেও কিছু যায় আসে না

কিছু হলো না হলো সবিই আনন্দ

দুঃখ ও আনন্দ একই  আনন্দ  একই


i do not know if i am necessary for my world but i know i am sufficient for my self



     i     am    that    supreme          limit                 nothing               else

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