Thought of writing some rubbish, and here I am. Being meaningful and communicating substance can sometimes be a burden unbearable. The freedom of writing without having to say anything is such a liberating feeling. It’s the writing equivalent of having a thoughtless mind. I often wonder as to what it would be like to put together words that would be of no importance, the words that would communicate no idea, great or mean. The words that would stand together to blabber like brainless drunkards, talking a lot, making lots of blaring, deafening noise without saying anything at all. What freedom from ideas, what abandoning of meaning would that be!
Freedom, I know, is a myth. But the idea of breaking the chains of servility is also a great indulgence. And without the myth of freedom, the myth of emancipation cannot exist. Two never-ending myths make this world go round. Am I talking sense? Looks like. So, I fail again. I am not here to talk sense but to blabber nonsense! But then, as they say, there is order in chaos. So, perhaps this too is an orderly chaos, but a chaos nevertheless. Let me take heart in it.
Probably, creating a perfect chaos is nearly as difficult as bringing about perfect order. And that’s because creation itself is quite a difficult exercise irrespective of what one creates.
After all, there is no way to be carefully careless.
Anyway, talking nonsense was indeed wonderful. I’ll return to do some more of it. Keep dreading!