thought flies straight as an arrow, through the mazes of this world into the
As it gains momentum it also gains mass because the 'debris'
of our world cling on to it: some
accidentally, some deliberately trying to slow it down and some holding fast onto it as if
it were their last bid for freedom.
After a while this single thought begins to change shape and
content. Like a runners skittle it seems to be passed on to someone else who is waiting on
the other side....
So what happens next? It is thoroughly cleaned of all its
debris – which is stored separately in appropriate containers- and now the purified
single arrow of thought, after its temporary rest, is unleashed a new by some invisible
This process will happen
many, many more times. But all the
archers are aiming at the same ‘mark’.
To some this mark appears
shiny like a light, to others it is like a dark shadow, others perceive it as a place of
silence. Whatever, there is no consensus on its shape among
If you're the archer in
doubt, aim at the point just a little higher of where you think the mark is.
Suddenly the arrow hits the mark and thought has found
An explosion immediately takes place and all the
'archers of the single thought ' are showered by myriad fragments of knowledge that fall
upon them like rain out of nowhere.
An instant before the arrow hits the mark the seal between
the known and the unknown is broken. An opening appears as the travelling thought enters
into the inconceivable where it is transformed.
The fresh light that emanates for an instant through that
opening will in time be felt by many throughout the land.
But nothing can beat the thrill that these archers of thought
feel at the moment they unleash their arrows or when they know that their aim has been true
and they have hit the mark. That instant of knowing empowers them to keep doing this from
generation to generation.
Some would rightly say that there is no thought, no archer
arrow or target.
That it’s all a make believe
game. But my question to you is
"Have you got a single