Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Nothing is as mysterious as self, an abyss, a black hole where it could engulf whole world at will and divide it in as many dimension as it pleases, nobody has any control over it, one called it superego, another called it intuition, but does that matter? within those dimensions it is alien to itself, it is sad, it is happy, it is angry, it is sad, it screams, it laughs out loud, it take pity, it lies with grin, it gasps for truth, it hates, it loves, it has compassion, it kills with ease, it looks for life, where does it end, nowhere but itself. Such is the contradictory nature of the self. we might wonder who controls it, we might think of entities such as god and devil or any glorious figure which suits our imagination, but after all, they become self the moment we give them a persona, they are lost in their abyss in same way, the self in its own, the more figures we create in mind, the more we are at the verge of several dimensions of self, looking to take control of each other, only to end up clueless forever like two black holes fighting beyond life and death, in shadows. Who knows who wins who loses, who manages to control whom. The self is a voyage of endless universe, gathering along the dimensions, swaying through the nights of darks and lights; the nights, for in those places nothing is awake, and lurk in silence, a mysterious self, forever, looking for answers, but only to be buried beneath a heap of questions, questions which gives life its purpose and death its meaning..”