… This gigantic capacity of carrying a billion neurons in the 1.5 kg shielded box makes human species distinctive (both positive and negative sense) to the other creations. It makes his birth complicated and destined his survival fate more complicated rather than other species…. The demand-supply chain and the mathematical equation of energy-mass forced the hungry fetus pushed to come out in existence, with a demand that, ‘the mother will feed and foster the inept baby for next two years till it uses its own brain for toddling and until has gonna bipedal by using its extensively large and effective brain.
Weird, but human birth is as well the painful urge of a growing fetus, for coming out into the existence, to take a bipedal walk in the seashore… Continue reading Bipedal birth and the tales of starved fetus ⇒ Kirno Sohochari
… He used to think about himself infancy, a swinger in a cradle, suppose the infants are always swinging in the cradle with spellbound innocence. The man was an infant despite his adulthood, he liked belonged in childhood despite the eventual effect of adulthood. He felt somber to remember the adulthood experience he had, felt ashamed to think about the grief, pain, hatred where his soul is reeling around, which make-bound him to play the encounter role always. It was against the nature of love which he has cravingly quested until his death. He has made him for love, recited love in his song with Utopian illusion… He is no more on this earth but his song has still accompanied us to feel his memorable presence and remembered him with love and respect; and, with all of his animated controversies he had done by caring none… Continue reading Hi Moonwalker, let startin’ somethin’ ⇒ Kirno Sohochari
… Don’t make a noise. The downfall of human has entered into the human. The peasant has going inward to the paddy field with his killer seakale. Inorganic paddy-spikes are blood-milked. Ah! Don’t disturb him. Do not perturb the killer seakale. Let the seakale has moved down to the deepest deep of a paddy field… Continue reading Invisible Whisper ⇒ Kirno Sohochari
… Perse poetic venture has always tried back to the root where he belonged from the civilization and beyond over the civilization as well… However, what be the difference? All roads have taken the same road like as today’s memory is the reminder of long day’s old memories, identically signified to make a man complete…. This sensation reminded the foggy memories of ‘Anabasis’ a little bit. Anyway, life is always a jubilation of painful twinness between laughter and grief. We are the bottleneck creature; drinking the memory-wine by entering our throat into the tiny bottle, for repentance to say, “Oh, my cages, my pretty cages,/ And the snow‐water in my goatskin bottles,/ For whom now, daughter of the Great?”… Continue reading Walking all along the ‘Seamarks’ ⇒ Kirno Sohochari