the sleeping man woke into the world, into the chirping of the birds, the morning sounds, the red line of the sun just about to rise, the blinding world of senses. He knew he was not doing the right thing.But man cannot be stopped. He woke again. And then again and again. Until it became a habit and then a necessity and then natural. Time went by. The wind of thought weathered the rock of truth. Sleep is now the unconscious state. The state blinded by senses is now called the conscious state. When you are out of touch with your real Self, beyond the limited perception of the senses, is it really consciousness? Will the world realise the real conscious state sleeping in the minds... Sunday, January 05, 2003
