The future of a Book is in the Blurb

The future of a Book is in the blurb.
-Marshall Macluhan

Source: From a 3rd party [work in progress].

A rally for what there is to believe in...

Do you know what it is that you believe?
Do you truly see?
Really understand?

Do you & I,
Do we have perspective?
Who knows truth, intention?

Or like most things in India,
I our understanding nothing but - a ball of rubber bands.
Minds entangled in the complexity of our Heart's Mind.

Rally, a movement or a mob
Rally, a movement that becomes a mob
Rally, a movement nurtured in the essential goodness of belief
Rally, misguided, misinterpreted, simply fcuk ed up. [French Connection UK]

Rally
Mob
Chaos
Infiltration
Violation
Personal Space - Invasion

Movements: A search for meaning
Movements: radical, people searching for something to believe in, to become a part of, Identity.
Riots: Rhymes of the Unheard. Rage Against the Machine
Trains, Glass Metal and Windows. Cancer. Scourge. Break. Hearts and Minds. Souls. Sentiment.

Ideology: People who say it, usually have to idea what they're talking about.
Disfigurement: Proof.

New Media Technology. Cellphones and Viral Marketing. Traditional Marketing. Sending a message. The world, a smaller place. Traditional Messaging, word of mouth. Cellphones.

Break
Brakes
Violence
Ensues
Destruction
Thrill
Fear

Batman says, a means to fight injustice, to turn fear onto the fearful.
Fear
of what?
The Mob?
Rape?
Murder?
Worse?

Every reason to find a gun.
Every reason to not raise kids.

Fear = Exit
Exit = Run
Run all. All of you. Scatter.
Run to the police, if you see them, runaway.
They watch. The Mob. The Cops. They just watch. Maybe they all join in. This is my country. All Indians are my Brothers and Sisters. But run.

News
Media
Coverage
Mikes
Newstime
Fame = Fifteen minutes
Infamy, a lifetime
To forget = Maybe in India, it is inherent to Forget

He who fails to remember the past is condemned to relive it.
- George Santayana

Contradiction
Paradox
Contradiction
Paradox

Belief equals Violence and in its own strangeness, Belief echos Non-violence. Neither are remembered. Only repeated. Through History. Do things change? Thats why we write. Writing = Hope as much as it = vain.

What is rationale?
Under what rock in our minds does rationale lie.
Did it break with the glass?
Was it the disfigurement?
Was lost in rape?
Who are we?
What are we?
Animals mostly don't see colors.
We see rainbows after the rain.
Where is joy?
In the rain?
Or did the flood wash reason away.

This is from a 3rd party. Its subject to interpretation.
The real story, I now begin to write.

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