My Pug Marks

There are times when you want to be left alone. When, although everything around you is motion, at lightening speed, but you feel like your mind is in a trance of its own. Caught in a time warp. The state of numbness to every perceivable sense is so overwhelming, that you can feel the clock ticking slowly. It is as if you are on an Einstein rocket moving at the speed of light, and it seems that it is not actually you, but the entire world that is moving at insane speeds. You feel that you have gone mad and all you see is insanity in every bit of action that you do, or not do. The brain is working at overload, about to crash, but it exudes perfect Buddha calm and a relaxed meditative state. It feels like being at a high without drugs. A perpetual matrix of anesthetic numbness shrouds your every effort to break free from it. And you feel that this will go on till times unknown. But here begins and ends the irony of it all. The state of being that puts you into it, wakes you itself. And t...