Complete social isolation has become a necessity for my thoughts to be wholly unpacked.

Of late, the scholarly propensity to hold that something can be known in entirety and with certainty has become quite disquieting.

Compassion

It is at the moment I stamp the creature as a "pest" that I realize how afar off compassion I am.

New beliefs

It is concerning that the new systems of beliefs I am being socialized into, even when tentatively held as truths, seem to shake the very foundations of many beliefs I held dearly for years.

Sense of self

The more I verbalize my justifications, the more fluid my sense of self seems.

Thoughts and lonely

In the company of thoughts and jollity of mind, it never gets lonely out here.

Language and thoughts

Many a thought only had an ephemeral existence not because of its worth, but because of the poverty of mind and language to find its semblance.

Socially worthless thoughts

Such is the unimaginable fecundity of my mind in constructing socially worthless thoughts that my inarticulacy is a godsend.

Conscience

My conscience at times seems like a mere pastiche of institutions - family, community, religion, market and state.

Schooling

Of course, my schooling has made me see many things - minute and faraway; unfortunately, this permanent grafting of telescopic and microscopic lens has obscured everything that was hitherto visible to the naked eye.

Lost sight

I seem to lack the sensitivity to appreciate the many taken-for-granted aspects of my life. Only yesterday, I realized that I have always assumed my sight every time I woke up.