Relative Reality (fancy heading huh? I dont like giving titles to posts)

We live in a society where nothing is absolute. Those who dont agree with this fact are at a risk of being called either orthodox or hyper modern. Sense and Sensitivity seem to be retro concepts.
Modern science might be a boon and a reality but literature, language and art erode, manipulate and propagate the manipulations of the absolute established by science.
Science however does not entirely provide the fuel to propel civilization. Standard definitions have ambiguity.
Language limits our creativity and understanding. Society limits our interpretations. Bad/Good?
Compatibility, unfortunately for most means acceptance. Even if it is at the cost or rejecting your opinion which you respected ; majority of the opinion might be wrong but why do we forget partially it was correct too....we wouldnt have stood by it otherwise.

Too many interpretations intersecting with each other is only a part of the problem. The root of the issue is defining boundaries. We are going fast into a time frame which has no boundaries.
That is scary. Boundaries define.Boundaries set the absolute. Boundaries help us differentiate.
Boundaries help us recognize where to stop and where to go further and set new ones.
Without boundaries.....good is bad...sweet is salty. Language is devoid of any science.Science is devoid of sense. Sense is devoid of meaning.It is going to be a mess.

So then , where do we stop? Who decides where and when? Too many answers and justifications to these questions.

Let absolute be.

Study Leave

Failure of the custom made mathematical formula.
Experiments on the pneumatic force exerted by the mouth..by the trying to turn the page of the book with a stream of wind. When the experiment was conducted successfully..the same stream is used to hold the next page down as a paper weight.
Rhyming without a reason...and it stops rhyming after a while.
The fall of the third wicket.
After much convincing myself, moving the body,getting up to shave..and theres no cream...buhh
Shower. The water starts crawwwling out of the taps...lazy fuck of a fluid.
Trying hard to sleep, listening to the radio..and they play the worst music ever.
Thinking about the last time when i did something for the first time.
Doorbell....bugger let me sleep. Doorbell...go away, come again some other day little zii wants to sleep!
Doorbell....yea..doing a good job huh?
A courier. ITS FOR MEE! I never get couriers. Neat handwriting on the envolope.Hmmm..Please god ...let it be a secret admirer...pleaseee superrr pleasse god.
These days ka Gods na...they dont listen only!
Dissappointed. Going back to bed. Its 5 now...oh damn its 5 now.
plch.