A brilliant place to get lost in. But then you might not want to come out.
Reminds me of Cambridge, when I visited in April for a Poetry residential course. There was a very similar room in Pembroke College library, with a globe at the far end from the door.
I told myself that one day, I will go back, stride down the central aisle to that globe, and spin it. Once. Once is sufficient.
Why do we fight?
People have different takes on this subject. By fight I don’t mean wars, rather those little verbal exchanges that entertain some and hurt some. I remember the story of a monk I once read. He was faced with the same question as to why we fight. I found it interesting how he went about it.
“Tell me,” he asks an acquaintance, “why do people fight?”
The other fellow proceeds to explain to him with an example. They go to a restaurant and the man asks the monk to sit down. “Now let’s fight over this table” he says and proceeds to create a scene. “I say this table is mine!” he shouts. But the monk is still calm.
“If it is yours,” he says, “then take it.” Read more →