It is only a wise perspective that men of courage and big heart could conjure the spell of implicit, which has impregnated the heart of men with hope and greater deeds. On the other side of the mirror, it is only a fool's perspective to not grasp the fact that the letters which men created to dominate this world with his word, have become the dominator of his own fate.
Letters serve for the explicit, as it could be seen in many written languages of human world. For making the reality explicit, we have created letters, and imbued all our rights of living with a language that is too abstract to unravel many phenomenon. Though men did not reckon one thing, which he does as usual after being inspired by an unchallenged stream of consciousness; that is, the incomplete nature of his own mind.
I do not understand the fool errands of men: how come did you let your own creation dominate your own fate? A creation, even today, decides the doom of many innocent people, lost souls, crippled hearts, and so. Today, letters dominate every single domain of life - through institutions, evil works quietly, attacking from within shadows, and it wields the letters to execute its own malice. An evil whose sole existence cannot be verified unless one takes heart to delve into the shadows. Letters, imbued with corruption instead of aesthetics and beauty; letters that unleashes stagnancy over our fate, instead of inspiring our wits.
What man does say in his heart is not always what he writes on papers. A man that belongs to no nation, no culture, no institution, but with his beautiful earth and its green lands is enslaved by pieces of papers manufcatured by lesser men to corrupt his heart and diminish his humanity - o those lesser men, those fools that dominate our fate! In whose mighty company they could be cast aside, thrown into oblivion and let their ever malice be forgotten, I ask?
We live by explicit, but what we really desire in our hearts is the implicit, the transcendental faculty of our grasp and gaze. Letters are governed by explicit - one explains a thing, that he has yet to understand what that means, then it is written, and becomes the rule and the law governs the fate of many with fraudelence. Yet, what is meant, that does not cross the borders of language but remains in the transcendental remain, is implicit - one that is implied not explained, not completely unfolded. Implicit is the higher capacity of a person that he desires to attain. But he couldn't - how could he when stages of life are governed by explicit, by institutions who corrupt the heart of men by keeping us fixed on what is already explicit? Too much exposure to explicit makes a person drone, a mere robot !
So passes men's faculty for implicit - for poetry, for untold glory, for beauty and music ! Alas, there is none to see the passing, none to grasp what is within our reach still !
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