John Crowley:
"Meanwhile the real world then, no matter what, will be as racked with pain
and insufficiency as any human world at any time. It just won’t be racked by
the same old pains and insufficiencies; it will be strange. It is forever
unknowably strange, its strangeness not the strangeness of fiction or of any
art or any guess but absolute. That’s its nature. Of course holding the mirror
up to nature is what Hamlet insisted all playing, or pretending, must do;
but—as Lewis
Carroll knew—the image in a mirror, however scary or amusing or
enlightening, is always reversed."
HOWARD MANSFIELD:
"If clock time isn’t real, what is time, anyway? We don’t understand time, and we definitely don’t want to admit that our allotment is limited. We just want to get on with our day."
Homer Simpson:
“You never know when an old calendar might come in handy. Sure, it’s not 1985 now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?”
John Gray:
"Philosophers have always tried to show that we are not like other animals, sniffing their way uncertainly through the world. Yet after all the work of Plato and Spinoza, Descartes and Bertrand Russell we have no more reason than other animals do for believing that the sun will rise tomorrow."
According to the Hindu mythology "we are in the KALI YUGA, or Iron Age a period of decline. It was preceded by the ages of gold, silver, and bronze. After the end of the KALIYUGA and a short hiatus, a new age will begin: the age of truth (KRITA YUGA), when all the wickedness, strife, and dissension of this era will be replaced by righteousness. It is understood that this age will be ushered in by Kalki, the future
incarnation or AVATAR of VISHNU, riding on a magnificent white horse."
('Encyclopedia of Hinduism' by Constance A. Jones and James D. Ryan, 2007)
I have often wondered will this new age accompanied by Kalki riding in on a magnificent white horse will happen on January 1 of a year or on a Gudi Padwa day. Or will it happen on a random day?
I know one thing: with each passing year, I am unlikely to witness that grand event!
Or is that I am already living in KRITA YUGA but being too much of a pessimist to realise it? Or is this a 'short hiatus'?
Artist:
Kemp Starrett, The New Yorker, January 13 1934