scientifically afflicted

Scraps from the past always yearn to make it to the present and the future. Technically it does make it in memories but the yearning is prolonged because in thoughts most things don’t want to stay locked up. It is like being in hibernation.

Love like most things is always yearning for its presence, whether it is the past, the present or the future. It never really tires out of the race. Knowingly people refuse to flush down their feelings, but I have a feeling that the flushing down does not really help it make to the sewerage. Or else all the love in the world would have disappeared by now.

Speaking of disappearance, love has a new meaning now. It is time and person based. Science obviously has rooted our genes deeply to modification and changes but this human working of love is an enterprise on its own. Since love cannot be made to live in the gutters, it has had a slow and steady modification to meet the changing times. The times where when you have a gun in your hand, you will not hesitate to shoot because you are more precious than the man who you point your gun at.

Something's just don’t leave you and out of those something's, love never leaves you. Love for sure has found a way to stay in this scientific world of ours. It has thoroughly undergone lab testing and procedures whereby a love is comparable to a tissue roll. Keep using it until you run out of it and then buy another one and use that. With every roll you have an attachment, it is yours, you like the fragrance and the feeling, but by the time you have mentally fed that it is time for it to go, you feed a command with says 'time to buy a new one', it is as easy as that.

I am not anti-love nor am I affected by any of this modification. But what I see around me is complicated. My perception entirely but it is spooky. Scraps from the past have made it to our present and future in our memory packs, which like the computer, has drives where we have stored it away. These drives are under sever passwords and sometimes consciously the brain forgets the passwords so we never have to go back and look into it. The world has moved out of the phase of suffering. The smart man and the smart woman know the works to keep them off suffering grounds. I wish all the meek and gullible hearts could get their attention and they could preach their magic to them so all of us could live with ourselves in our little domains happily ever after!