A Letter To Bharat Mata and The Mahatma
CITIZEN ZERO PUBLIC CORRESPONDENCE August 15th 2022: On the occassion of the 75th year of Indian Independence...
O India, O Bharat Mata, That thou art always our Motherland, and may you remain so. For thou art that one and the same Mother to us, to all peoples of our land. O Bapuji, O Mahatma, Thou art our one and only 'Father of the Nation'. We are thy children and we honour thee both today on this special day. ... It is thy natures being so full of the 'Milk of Human Kindness' that imbues even such a one as I, and because thou art 'The Mother of Histories' also, that I am tempered and made just as I am today nearing my 40th year— 'The Freest Individual on Earth' — and that's a claim I know I make from the very clear Depths of my Soul and Experience' and nearly also as one who is, possibly, 'The Happiest Creature on Earth' as well (but for a certain 'American Enthrallment' of this 'Mortal Coil', that now nearing a decade and still not having formulated my appeal to the 'Venetian Courts of Justice' against my persecutors ensconsed safely in their 'Ivory Tower', 'Market Street' and 'Penthouse' Complex, that I suppose I have only have myself to blame for this complacency.) ... (Though constantly deprived of 'Dreamless Sleep — that 'Chief Nourishment of this Body & Life's Second Feast' — in serving out as a cyber-bionic human-subject and scientist in the 'Final Frontiers' American Space Research,) I am yet reminded startlingly how lucky I am to be borne of thee, built so strong to be alive and energetic each day and near perfectly 'Peaceful' & 'Awakened' too. ... But something much else of real 'ground work' remains. And to dwell on anything else 'far-out' takes away precious time that remains and distracts from the 'Gravity' of 'Life on Earth', exhausted this way by word making, in day after day of articulation of 'Common Sense' and 'Rights of Man', and whatever else that follows. And, that work of heavier burden, is the Work of the 'Common Good of The Republic'. Am I finally beginning to realize O Mother, The 'Truest of all Loves'? – The Love of One's Own Country, the saving of Her Ideals, Her Honour and Her Wellbeing — Could it really have been this all along? ... But help me dear Mother, for you do know how 'my Amorous Soul' doth 'love to live so pleasantly' and amongst who 'my friends' are, and though you may have taught me to empathize with 'the weak and the oppressed', thou surely doth know I lack in me any enduring 'revolutionary zeal', or that I am 'a perfectionist who cannot be bothered with the rest', and surely that I cannot remain good as I wish to be in a place that appears so 'Friendless' and 'Loveless' to me, that often no day goes by when I wish I hadn't returned from America (despite my "enslavement" there it seems? how strange and how foolish!) O Bapuji, are you the one to teach me then – "how to be at home with people to whom it is easy to do 'good', and yet who seldom expect 'good' being done to them by anyone". Can you teach me then – "how to 'love' (and perceive) my own people with 'my Heart', for I know I may able to protect them with my mind and because 'it seems easy with the mind and knowledges though often graceless (because the 'mind is some perfect sphere of solitude by itself in whatever its surroundings')" but can I trust such 'good intentions' and its works without anchoring my 'heart'? ... Vande Mataram.