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THE HUMAN CONDITION

"  Have  I mellowed in my responses to human conditions with the passage of time or am I healed of my own conditions"  She thought. The fear of human failings  and the awe of exalted  positionings start losing their  niches. And with more learning the brain turns  more skewed  she thought. It loses  its innocence and simplicity to be drawn to  pure admirations  and  the adulations  but  the addled  brain now  picks on  faults where none could be found.

Thus Socrates was no more than an ordinary entity to his opponents  and  not the ultimate truth seeker as Plato described him. And same with  the vice gripped music prodigy whose  aura raised the image of a  perverted being which  killed some spark of pure joy in her. 

But now he rose before her a vulnerable figure transparent through and through  who shed his vices as the snake his skin  and got transformed  eternally into a pure ray of celestial brilliance ! And that is Micheal  Jackson.  

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