I used to envy the father of our race, dwelling as he did in...Eden. But I did so no more because I have discovered that I also live in "creation's dawn"The morning stars still sing together, and the world, not yet half made, becomes more beautiful everyday.

Life comes into play when we walk with nature, see the beautiful blending and communion of death and life,joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows and mountains and streams. 
You automatically become immortal when time spent in exploring the nature gets multiplied.

Keep close to nature's heart...and break clear away, once in a while,and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods.Wash your spirit clean. Everybody need beauty and bread, places to pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
And as said by someone with so much honesty:
" I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing n this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news"
          - John Muir

                                  The elixir of freedom

As we begin our journey into a timeless, the forgotten and non-received land, we begin to care more about things taken for granted, faces ignored and words uncleared, so as it may make us more awake to the gruesome reality. When we try to pick out anything by itself we find that it is bound fast by a thousand invisible cords that cannot be broken, to everything in the universe.

Today I woke up to feel certain kind of numbness in my entire body when suddenly the gory visuals of the battlefield hit my mind abruptly: moreover I could literally see a man, maybe in his early twenties, veiled with stains of blood and lips constantly fluttering to find the destruction caused around- which he did not realize at the first place but he definitely was part of. His eyes were stuck, like really immovable, to see the catastrophe happened and dead bodies strewn all across the muddy land. He asked himself- Where am I? Until he got the answer- It's damn war!
He is my father...
Years ago, my father was posted at an extremely hostile area- Cashmere. I still remember how I used to tell God to send him back to us- alive! Well indeed that happened. But at what cost? I almost lost a part of my father as if he had left his soul behind and no matter how hard he could try, it turned out to be the hardest phase of his life. Not because he lost his brothers and friends but he lost humanity.
Once I asked him about it, and here came the reply, "Nobody gets to live once the war ends. Its like the whole landmark of happiness falls apart, like brutally chopped into shreds that can never be made into one again. A part of you fades into the twilight:beneath the patches of morale- sharpened as an exquisite chisel that rips out the soul, leaving the heart untouched, so as it may make you remind pain over and over again.
So how does it matter who wins? The alive might be about to befall as may the dead.

The lost traveler- at world's end

                  the lost traveler- at world's end

Well, how often do we ask ourselves the very basic question about our existence? I guess, barely. And how often do we seek the truth: truth that doesn't come from the mouth of the society? The chances of getting an answer here are equally rare. So if you are one of the many 'different' people on the earth who want to see things beyond the monotonous blind vision, this talking is remarkably going to take you to the places- places never heard and seen before.

In the world, you promptly identify the things you have been looking for, for quite long. They could be anything. It came to me as 'liberte'.

It was something beautiful, felt deep inside my heart that eventually made me aware of the truth and the difference between time and space.

When I began travelling, I never desired to visit the places already been searched before by mankind or wise, rather the unidentified ones, the unperceived ones, the gangrenous ones: at world's end and this automatically declared me "the lost traveler".

Arriving at each new land, I found something, a sort of numbness but not just any normal insensitivity- it was inferno of what I possessed, excluded the constant vigilance or the apprehension of the society. But before that, I had to leave myself behind and get terribly lost in the wilderness and begin to find myself once again.