The yeastless reality has the flavour of stale vinegar..though it does look like a good wine at times.

The prelude has to be some kind of a bombast and thick to hide the ugliness of life itself. The sublimation does not seal the broken glasses or silence the harsh words said. Language has this innate quality of liberation, setting something free on the world and hoping that some empathy somewhere would bring a healing. The "word" is begining of the form, of resolving, classification. It is the language that lets us classify reality into neat ideas, coherence gives some sense of direction. The direction gives meaning in this meaningless world....

The decadence of forms cannot really give way to healing of scars of formless misery. That yeastless reality has to be fermented long...perhaps on the banks of yamuna..whilst listening to the river...A fine day will bring the nectar..and I shall rest...

The summit forever eludes me as edema sets in.
Oft this summit we sought together, climbers, brothers of the mission. The Lahotse would loom large and enticing and we'd break another fresh trail to it. We knew the summit lay at the top of the north face where fairies rein and Mellory's wings flip a naked song. Where Rand celebrates her nudity, shamelessly facing the summit. Sisyphus does not belong, for his is to push the stone up the summit, forever missing it...Even Rand is forbidden and Mellory is dead in celebration, having caught a glimpse of it.

Our climb was slow, deluding at times and crushing at others. The icefalls weren't even acknowledged and Cwm was another delusion. Lhotse teased us many a times and we kept ignoring it. We flew past the summit many a times like angels in old renaissance paintings. The surreal was more real than anything that we experienced..quills of fate and ablution in dirty ash trays as well...The summit still is, we gave up the mission....Lhatse smiles in morning light as Gogh remains frozen at the summit....
So the story starts.."Once upon a time there was a group of climbers...."

Another day at the office, have just finished a discussion on the impact of diverse message types in a single queue when the message consumer entity is suspended. Note that the message types can have different priorities and can even have temporal relationship to each other!!
Have applied for a loan and plan to do some farming after retirement...

Have been reviewing like zillion docs today. Have adhered to all quality procedures and achieved little. There is whole world of chaos theory that I am missing on, QoS concepts that need brushing up and here I am free at last, nearly at the end of the day after doing so much of ''ensuring''..time to get out and practice karate...at least some sense of achievement would be there.