I'll find it hard not to speak the object oriented language in this post. I can only try not to overdo it.
If success is a method, my inputs to it would be "what occupies my mind" and the output I would like to get is "better myself". But the world has a different way of calling it - "what you give it in terms of time and money" and expects "ahead of the crowd".
And at particular instances, when we have to compare the results, I seem to be a weird to the world and weirdly enough, the world seems weird to me.
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Everything you do "online" is called *VIRTUAL* - Existing in essence or effect though not in actual fact. Imagine spending 14 out of 48 hours on a single task of listening to lectures. I was *virtually* at Stanford University, all ears while Prof.Sahami is teaching. But still, I can't either call him *my* lecturer or call myself as *his* student. Me listening to him is a fact, he teaching me is a fact, my knowledge isn't a myth, yet, we don't *know* each other. It would have been a different story had I been in his class, albeit half asleep.
Why presence takes precedence over essence? Why can't anything *virtual* be given its worth?
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I came to a conclusion: I've the right to happiness and it's my duty to find it in whatever way I can. And to let the happiness retain, one should be good at the *ignoring* business.
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Once upon a time, words and silence co-existed. Words were undermined. Silence was over-rated. First, words were killed saying they were never good enough, thus crowning silence. The deafeningly loud silence caused panic. There was desperate search for words.. one or two in the dying stages were used as rescue, before they eventually died. Silence only got louder. Words can be shut out with silence. How about silence?
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Ever known a musician who dedicates his album to the instrument he plays? Ever known a writer who dedicates his work to the table he used to write? Ever seen an artist dedicating his art to the tool which produced it?
I've known Knuth. I found a new world to embrace.
