The Cosmic Czar

 

Building a meaningful life is as good as creating a masterpiece. And where do we draw meaning from? Mostly we do it from our pain, while cruelty becomes the crafting tool.

Love is just the tree under which the crafter drops the tools at the lunch break to eat, rest, recuperate for a little time and then go into the old business with reinvigorated self. Even cruelty can’t survive without the little sips of temporary lovebites.

But despite all the apparent gloom, love in a single heart is enough to surpass malice in thousands of its darkened brethrens—just by being there. The former gives a natural right to the latter that they too can exist.

The enigmatic power of love! Was there anyone who could master the art of perfect love?

The power of love so absorbing and multilayered that even a battle-hardened cruel butcher has to feel the beautifully vivid, intricately evocative and gorgeously lush touch of humanity sometime or the other.

Edifying vividness of the game—miniscule of love with its dreamy air; the sea of cruelty with its realistic flair. The love point—the axis; the cosmic cruelty spinning around it in its infinite immensity.

The mystical combo—both revealing and concealing its scandalous affair forever, at each step of manifestation.

Love the sovereign, almighty potentate; cruelty his teeming army of slaves.