From the Diary [Chapter 1 of "Search"]

Date: August 16, 2011

They don’t want to see these ideas or feel these ideas as around  them they see a little perfect world. They can't kill them either as they always do with their objects of desire.

If there is an injustice these gems are untouched by it, if there is height of misusing independence, they are again away from it.

If there is a definition of beauty it is adopted by them and if there are sinless people around, they work for them.

For their petty world these ideas sound like big, so big that with them they sometimes get out of the flow. Still they want to touch them to make them sinner as well.

What they feel is a sense of insecurity and threat by their presence; they don’t want to consider these ideas as big as that 'big worth' is actually a prayer to God in itself through the built of character.

The strength, the wit the sheer intelligence is a gift of focus but unbearable for the sense of it. And sensing them regularly is definitely going to burden everyone's soul and why then they (ideas) are mirror for breaking their characters.

Still these are so wanted upon that even solitude of  inner being can’t bring them to halt. It hurts, it create death everyday for that wontedness. The day it began is the day it ended.

But it is not going to end with this moment. Am not going to make these pieces as the one to carry the burden of other’s woes and frustration...with hollowness and pain as the counterpart .

Am not doing that deliberately for the sake of making me more than human. Untouched as always be, am going to crush their frustrations by making these ideas more perfect, more righteous, more amazing, more self fulfilling and more gregarious.

They want to touch them with their senses; they will be senseless everyday by seeing them.

[The page of a Diary which wilted that night]

If you make people perform a noble duty, it bores them. If you make them indulge themselves it shames them but combine the two and you have got them. Said Gail Wynand

-From "The Fountainhead"

Ayn Rand

Note: This is the first chapter of the "story" in continuation. The next chapter will be on clairvoyancy and a seer. May be a dream :D Check this space to move on with this story and yes not to forget the Disclaimer -this certainly is a work of fiction.