The view under my microscope is beautiful only as long as I do not know what I have kept there.
How do I put that teaspoon of curd into my mouth now? I know it is life giving. I need it. I suppose I must. But hell! It crawls with live ugly creatures which make me want to throw up.
I know that the hair in that comb was part of my head a moment back- but I cannot accept it on my pillow any more. For that matter that poop in the commode was also in my body.
What is revulsion? A state of mind.
And what is acceptance? A matter of the heart. And yet, people advise me to not let my heart rule.
They really do not know what they say and do!!!
Women are under my microscope for now.
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