Early winter tropical nights …

To concieve, to nurture till it blossoms and then shed it off”
The road carved a long path amidst the thick enclave of trees. The trees on either side of the road, formed an almost impenetrable canopy over it. This natural tunnel so formed arched around a lake and cuddled the foot of a hill and disappeared behind it.
It was a tropical full moon winter night. My favorite time of the year. The moon had bathed the town with radiant silver. I had decided to take a stroll down the road that night. I was greeted by a soothing cool breeze and very soon my senses had lost themselves in natures gospel.
I was breathing long and deep as though to sip on nature’s treat. I walked for a while and then sat down on a cemented bench. SPLASH!! something splashed into the erstwhile placid lake. I turned around to see Incognito standing behind me. “Shattered your dream did I?” he questioned rhetorically. “Ok… why was that so necessary O wise one” I mocked, still a bit shaken from the sudden awakening. He looked at me and smiled, “How’s it going?” It took me a while to switch context. “It’s like throwing a stone into the lake, except that this lake does not have any water” I complained, pointing into my head.
“Let it go” said he.
“Let it go!!?” I exclaimed.
“Yes, let it go” he added calmly. I looked at him frustrated and clueless. “You are not saying that I put an end to it, just like that … are you ??” I was anxious.
“Let go of the afterthoughts. Take a moment to look at yourself. Why are you thinking so much? I can almost hear you think”
“That is what I am trying to do but I can’t !! I can’t stop thinking of ways I could be appreciated, make everyone feel that I am there to help!!” i cried. “All I wish is someone could just tell me for once that …I mean … you know what I mean!” . Incognito had crossed his hands behind his back and walked towards the lake. His gaze as I had invariably observed, seemed to look through things and fix at infinity.
“Be like trees in autumn. They shed the very leaves that they have grown after painstaking nourishment and nurturing by the rains. For is it really the tree that nurtures the leaves, or does it just bear them?” 
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Of First Awes and Second Dismays …

“To look at stray thoughts that arise as I for one, walk the walk of life. The immense span of infinite things happening as a part of the process. I call it ‘the’ process with a certain familiarity, the familiarity which arises from my very existence within it. Interesting enough to be a part of it and yet cherish a sense of identity, to marvel at this beauty, as if away from it.
At some point in life, we do try and ask ‘what is life?’. A simple question singularly responsible for having created some great thinkers in the history of mankind. Greater still, were their ideologies… ideologies which spawned innumerous schools of thought. Captured with time in enormous volumes of literary works.Seems like a humongous effort spanning over years. Well, it actually is not that a big deal. Life is to be lived, to live is to do whatever you have done or can and will do. Trust yourself to be doing it, just for the heck of doing it.Not to profess anything enigmatic, neither to preach in oracular obscurities, nor to challenge the ideas that have manifested themselves into beliefs. The Incognito talks when questioned and talks simple.Here are some excerpts from discussions with I (Incognito)Q: How can life be just about doing? There are so many other things like thought, speech and so on , which precede ‘doing’ or follow it?
I: Well… your mind (for thought), your mouth (for speech) are just for pure sensory pleasures.
Doing has to be understood in a wider sense than that. Doing encompasses the above. It is simple like the answer to the question “Hey what are you doing ?” you say “Reading”

Q: The mind is more than a pleasure generating device …
I: Mm, yes, the mind does more than that. It can be used for:

  1. mental rumination: -> chew the cud (past, present or future happenings) over and over again
  2. mental escapism:-> run from thoughts of things labeled (social taboos, bad, indecent) if they still buzz around, try and swat them.
Q: You seem to use certain words which are strong (aggressive?)
I: I don’t seem to use, I use those words. One should be articulate, saves time and text. :-)Q: The mind can be used for thinking about doing something good
I: Yes, just don’t waste too much time thinking about it -> To do it… just do it. With utmost comfort.Q: Then it is just fine to commit a murder … provided I be very comfortable doing it?
I: Comfort I know of and you speak of, are two very different things. Would you be really comfortable murdering someone ? If you were comfortable, would you really want to murder someone? smilesQ: So what is it, what is the comfort?
I: I have used a label comfort. Comfort actually doesnt mean anything. Comfort does not mean pleasure, gratification or something that suits you. This is a native more basic comfort. Comfort to be what you really are. There is no analysis at that point.Q: Is there no analysis, or no scope or no need for analysis?
I: It is more a thing to be, I am the knowledge, does knowledge question itself? It is always busy being itself. So you can say, that there is no scope for analysis.