Human life is so short. Homosapiens has been on earth for last 2 lakh years and we have a decent understanding of history only of last 2000 years. And the science tell there is no significant difference between the thinking and understanding capability of humans then and now. So what were those people doing before 2000 years? What miracle occurred which made this rapid progress in human race.
Some times it occur to me that all humans have one spirit and they are recycled. What they make during their life time stays and make their life better for the next cycle. Any big corporate in the world with a long history has been started by a single or group of persons. The story of how they changed hands between generations while the establishment stays and grows is fascinating. Take the case of a castle or an old church. How many generations have lived and prayed there. The walls of church witness baptism, marriage and death ceremony of the same person. The dirt I stand on has been here on earth, millions of years before me.
There is an out flow of emphatic emotional turbulence when I visit an old fort or museum. The forts and castles that has been build half a millennium ago. What all incidents they must have witnessed. The power of the empire who built it, the people who built it, the wars they have seen, the victory, glory, violence, blood and gore. And now in this twenty first century I am standing on it. The sand on which all this has happened.
Another thing that is in total contrast with all this development is that still babies are born on streets, eat to stay alive and die of the same disease that killed people 2000 years back. Some people are unfortunate that, even with the fortune they have, there is no cure for what they suffer from. I don't think life was any different for a slave who worked to make an Egyptian pyramid and a immigrant manual labourer who works for a contract builder in a metropolitan city.
I don't think there is going to be any difference in this cycle of events. Every one has to live his life one way or another. I was thinking what was I doing twenty years back, I was six years old, studying in first standard, some good memories, but school life was always an entrapment. Twenty years has passed and I am still trapped in another place. Where will be I, after another twenty years. How uncertain human life is! Now I am writing this in a laptop, Who knows what technology I will use to write, twenty years from now.
Some times it occur to me that all humans have one spirit and they are recycled. What they make during their life time stays and make their life better for the next cycle. Any big corporate in the world with a long history has been started by a single or group of persons. The story of how they changed hands between generations while the establishment stays and grows is fascinating. Take the case of a castle or an old church. How many generations have lived and prayed there. The walls of church witness baptism, marriage and death ceremony of the same person. The dirt I stand on has been here on earth, millions of years before me.
There is an out flow of emphatic emotional turbulence when I visit an old fort or museum. The forts and castles that has been build half a millennium ago. What all incidents they must have witnessed. The power of the empire who built it, the people who built it, the wars they have seen, the victory, glory, violence, blood and gore. And now in this twenty first century I am standing on it. The sand on which all this has happened.
Another thing that is in total contrast with all this development is that still babies are born on streets, eat to stay alive and die of the same disease that killed people 2000 years back. Some people are unfortunate that, even with the fortune they have, there is no cure for what they suffer from. I don't think life was any different for a slave who worked to make an Egyptian pyramid and a immigrant manual labourer who works for a contract builder in a metropolitan city.
I don't think there is going to be any difference in this cycle of events. Every one has to live his life one way or another. I was thinking what was I doing twenty years back, I was six years old, studying in first standard, some good memories, but school life was always an entrapment. Twenty years has passed and I am still trapped in another place. Where will be I, after another twenty years. How uncertain human life is! Now I am writing this in a laptop, Who knows what technology I will use to write, twenty years from now.
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