The Sequitur of Abstract #1

The word "human" has originated from late Middle English, humane. 

Even jesters would feel uncomfortable on accounting for the present reflection of that word.

We are humans. Not humane, point to be noted. We were built by our creators on a blueprint. We were expected dearly by our Creators to effectuate His will on mother earth and substantially, or not, make the rock globule our home. But, our actions bear hardly any correspondence to any actions of such. We did make our houses to live in, and we did make home in our houses, but we couldn't make home among the houses. We learnt to look after ourselves, be vigilant about our needs and make our own future lasting one. The fag end of our definition of "home" fails to include the things outside our house, or beyond our own life.

Remember, i used the word "blueprint". Blueprint signifies, each one based on it would be similar to large extents. So are we humans, from the north pole to south pole, every human present at every intervening latitude is THE SAME!

What we couldn't assimilate is the feelings of "eu-empathy", or simply true empathy. We can easily mould sympathy, but very few can carve empathy. We love to remark on mise-en-scene, but we don't want to be a part of it. 

And if I be bold enough, We know how to laugh, but we terribly lose our morals when we are laughed at.

     The guy, (because calling him creature would be undermining what he truly was going to become in a span of time), about whom you all read in the last post, was no indifferent to these peculiar human "etiquettes". He failed. He knew his fear. But he couldn't gather courage to face it. He needed support. But what he found was not he would have anticipated. 

      He could see sympathies pouring out from his every single acquaintance, but only a few pals had the courage to be empathetic. But, just like a small pebble in the strong water current, he and his fiddling courage were blown into despair. 

He remembered each remark. 

He remembered each person making the remark.

But he was helpless in the face of an invisible force and debilitating society.

His belief in words like, humanity and the existence of The Creator was lost. But not till long. He was clueless and nascent. He was vindictive, in righteous way. He was not vindictive against the society, nor against any person, nor against The Creator, but against his KARMA, which never bore him his fruits, or may be they have, which he would discover sooner or later.

One thing which he did was he could erase all this negativity from his mind. Because....

       

And he was both blessed and lucky. 

The fragrance of Renaissance has already agitated a rebellion in him. There was silence in his composure, probably the silence before the storm which was due to hit either his life, or his mind. 

*The constant mention of The Creator, instead of God is written with a purpose, going to be revealed soon. Very soon.

The Abstract #1 concludes, expecting a change. A massive change. Everything takes time. And it will change one day. Stay tuned for what unveils next. The Odyssey was about to start.

Thank You!