The bead in the sphere: Ashim
I am just a bead making the SIBM sphere
Chapter 1
Once upon a time ……
Tradition brings alive the past. It may also resurrect the dead. Follies of the past find an excuse to reappear and spread its influence because of this fallacy.
We live in a sphere. Everything that goes around, comes around here. In our sphere, where you and me and our friends find each other in, we go around too.
Events from the past reappear. It almost seems like history repeating in a different form. But scientifically speaking, its impossible to make a sphere perfect and discrepancies creep in. These discrepancies bring newness to the sphere. The newness begs us to reconsider if really history is repeating itself. But, it is, in some form or the other.
Our sphere isn’t really the right place to be in. It resists newness and evolution, without which betterment is difficult. Nonetheless nature finds a way and I am sure the “ influx of youth will usher in a new revolutionary evolution that brings some democracy to this otherwise constrained sphere.
The sphere isn’t really empty. It has beads in it. I consider myself a bead. The sphere rolls and shakes the beads. Beads bounce around the walls of the sphere and try to take the path it deems perfect for itself. Sadly though there are compartments in this sphere. Very tight, suffocating compartments that don’t really let the beads be.
What is surprising is that in today’s capitalist world, socialism still exists. The theory of survival of the fittest and the free market place that ensure optimal performance finds itself only in theory, not in practicality in this sphere.
A free marketplace with no compulsion forces suppliers to be on their toes and constantly improving to capture the interest of the customers. Often it puts the suppliers in a bit of a bother. For them they too become exposed to the natural process of survival of the fittest. Its an uncomfortable place to be in thus the constraints in the sphere.
It is almost though the sphere does not have the confidence that the beads will take the right path. Ironically though others outside the sphere have faith in them. This makes the beads feel unwelcome in its home, its sphere.
Thankfully though the sphere is bouncing. Its bouncing high in the air up to the “4th heaven” and back. This puts some pressure on the constraints to break open and let the traditional sphere shatter and bring in a new form that symbiotically benefits both the beads and the sphere with mutual trust and fondness between them
…. Not the end , The beginning
Chapter 1
Once upon a time ……
Tradition brings alive the past. It may also resurrect the dead. Follies of the past find an excuse to reappear and spread its influence because of this fallacy.
We live in a sphere. Everything that goes around, comes around here. In our sphere, where you and me and our friends find each other in, we go around too.
Events from the past reappear. It almost seems like history repeating in a different form. But scientifically speaking, its impossible to make a sphere perfect and discrepancies creep in. These discrepancies bring newness to the sphere. The newness begs us to reconsider if really history is repeating itself. But, it is, in some form or the other.
Our sphere isn’t really the right place to be in. It resists newness and evolution, without which betterment is difficult. Nonetheless nature finds a way and I am sure the “ influx of youth will usher in a new revolutionary evolution that brings some democracy to this otherwise constrained sphere.
The sphere isn’t really empty. It has beads in it. I consider myself a bead. The sphere rolls and shakes the beads. Beads bounce around the walls of the sphere and try to take the path it deems perfect for itself. Sadly though there are compartments in this sphere. Very tight, suffocating compartments that don’t really let the beads be.
What is surprising is that in today’s capitalist world, socialism still exists. The theory of survival of the fittest and the free market place that ensure optimal performance finds itself only in theory, not in practicality in this sphere.
A free marketplace with no compulsion forces suppliers to be on their toes and constantly improving to capture the interest of the customers. Often it puts the suppliers in a bit of a bother. For them they too become exposed to the natural process of survival of the fittest. Its an uncomfortable place to be in thus the constraints in the sphere.
It is almost though the sphere does not have the confidence that the beads will take the right path. Ironically though others outside the sphere have faith in them. This makes the beads feel unwelcome in its home, its sphere.
Thankfully though the sphere is bouncing. Its bouncing high in the air up to the “4th heaven” and back. This puts some pressure on the constraints to break open and let the traditional sphere shatter and bring in a new form that symbiotically benefits both the beads and the sphere with mutual trust and fondness between them
…. Not the end , The beginning
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