Random insights

It’s the season of rains and turncoats. As lightening strikes and illuminates the deceit and its minions and sardonic laughter thunders around us, we worry about the world. But those flashes also reveal the deceit in the dark night. But the days progress and the rains do too. Slowly I stop cringing at the lightening and begin to see that its merely a sign of the times. There is no malice and no ill-will. All there is, is a primal instinct to support oneself stripped of all altruism. One must look for greener pastures, and that’s what they are all doing. In purely innocent selfishness. How can there be turncoats when there is no loyalty anymore? How can there be seasons when the rains have turned perennial?