Sunday, October 18, 2015
Collapsed Complexity
Friday, May 15, 2015
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Cosmic Quandries
Roaming in the ancient seas , George the trylobite looks up at the heavenly night sky and ponders about the magnificent cosmos.
What would it feel like to fly into that great vast void above. Would I be able to swim through those beautiful structures. How far will I have to go do you fathom ?I wonder if anyone else is thinking about all this. I wish I could ask them. I wish I could know. What a waste it would be, to not look up and wonder and not try to know.
And just like that,the thought vanishes from his mind. And he swims onward.
photo courtesy : Hubble Space Telescope
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Empty Inbox
labelled under
Illustration,
Ramble,
Sequential Art
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Split Ends
Monday, March 30, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
Warmachine

"And I’m looking for a miracle
But I hope, I pray, and I will fight." -Hurts
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Whole > Sum of the Parts
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Heart Demon
Monday, March 9, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Unspooled film reels
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Mrng !!!!
Night Streets
Monday, March 2, 2015
For What it's Worth
Dear Comrade,
Our greatest asset is our integrity. Honest integrity armed with conviction. We do not fall victim to the trappings of today , nor are we confined by faith in some preordained destiny. We are not enticed by wealth or fame nor are we undone by false laurels or patronising equivocation. We refuse to be dictated to.And we will not give in to the machinery grinding at our heels.
We seek the truth. Truth in all that we feel and all that we do.We sample meaning from our experience, enriched by the lives of those with and before us, filtered through our conscious choices. It is often much like plotting your course through a vast ocean of emptiness. For when we are battling the great waves and the storms and the sharks and the sickness, purpose seems all but a mirage. But in our hearts, we know, that our compasses would always face north. And when in doubt, we must tell ourselves that we are mariners. Men and women born from this very emptiness.
Voyagers and explorers. Men who refused to kneel when the world refused to budge.
Our greatest asset is our integrity. Honest integrity armed with conviction. We do not fall victim to the trappings of today , nor are we confined by faith in some preordained destiny. We are not enticed by wealth or fame nor are we undone by false laurels or patronising equivocation. We refuse to be dictated to.And we will not give in to the machinery grinding at our heels.
We seek the truth. Truth in all that we feel and all that we do.We sample meaning from our experience, enriched by the lives of those with and before us, filtered through our conscious choices. It is often much like plotting your course through a vast ocean of emptiness. For when we are battling the great waves and the storms and the sharks and the sickness, purpose seems all but a mirage. But in our hearts, we know, that our compasses would always face north. And when in doubt, we must tell ourselves that we are mariners. Men and women born from this very emptiness.
Voyagers and explorers. Men who refused to kneel when the world refused to budge.
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