But looking at the frantic pace in which my loved ones lives seem to rush past me these days,I’ve even come to doubt whether communion  holds any relevance at all in these seventy odd summers we are allocated in this 3rd  rock from the Sun.

And I believe that along with the gift of this divine capacity called life,we were also handed this key to the secret language of our new Home in this Cosmos.A capacity to listen to the very soul of our surroundings,speak to them and the infinite joy of being listened to,unconditionally and with an understanding that somehow is beyond the limits of our human comprehension.It chides,chats,chatters,persuades,sings and soliloquizes.

It is to me,a constant conversation of logic that most of the times we tend to shut off for more immediate,irrelevant activities.These days I have,unsure at times,attempted to listen patiently and have found it getting progressively interesting,and thoroughly enjoy the invariable after effect of being delighted at the end of it.

With each passing day,it gives you more humility and understanding.And without doubt,the sheer lunacy and stupidity of the invincibility that we, so naively see in ourselves.

And not surprisingly,George Carlin seems more relevant and more insightful,every time I go back to his works.

“These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete… “

Hope floats.

With all its imperfections,this piece of rock that we call home,is a wonderful world,after all.