A little something I felt after I read an article on discoveries in the field of schizophrenia and traits within us.

Here is the article https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/03/28/the-genetics-of-schizophrenia

Abhed

This is a poem by Mary Oliver

The music in the background is by Bing and Ruth
https://open.spotify.com/track/2MgzMqK8ZA9XYGSDGE8j4q?si=2Nl-ldG5QhSa4RPcXJLBfA

Thanks to Martin for the cover image
There is serenity in shapes
And we rarely think of the cold and calm of a sunflower
https://unsplash.com/photos/MpTdvXlAsVE

Now the poem

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Wild Geese By Mary Oliver

Just a random spontaneous conversation with myself. The thought started at the node, people always looking for causal and a plausible story behind each event and therefore searching for pseudo certainty but I guess I deviated a bit.

Arijit Bhattacharya