I sit here every day. I watch the people go by. They don't see me, but of course, they don't see much these days, do they? They don't see the dawn, they don't see flowers, they don't see the stars. Well, the last one, I think, they can't anymore.
Look at that one. She is walking briskly over the bridge. I don't think she has noticed that the child holding her hand is nearly grown-up. Those two there by the puddle, splashing it around, don't know that one day they will say goodbye to each other and then never speak again. Or how about the one over there? He just said I love you, mom, but has probably not registered the fact that he, realistically, has no more than 15 summers left with his mother.
I get it though. It is hard to see the big picture. It is hard to picture life's true priorities. They are so complex, so brutally visceral and so ironically hindsighted. Why wouldn't this car, for example, honk relentlessly at the stalled scooty? No-one has ever thought, yes, let's be extra patient, in case the driver is nervous or new or is having a bad day. But... everyone has definitely felt bad after they realized, looking back, that they were the asshole. You know, friend: extra effort, unless proven, positively, undoubtedly, and in no uncertain terms via numbers and graphs, to be beneficial to oneself, is not worth doing. Hmph.
Now, now though. We can't start pointing at lower beings like this and complain that they don't see what we see, when we have never tried to elevate them to our enlightenment. By now, we have investigated life, the soul, death and we understand all the workings of the entire world in our collective heads by now. So I'm not surprised that we don't belong with them.
Hey, I hate to be so exclusionary, too, but we have to continue our journey to greatness.
All I need is a little food for me to keep me thinking, and a little food for you so you can keep listening. And we can continue our perennial observations. Let's go make arrangements for food.
'Allah ke naam pe dede, baba.'