Nationalism and diplomatic policy : A truth slipping everyone's tongue.
True it ain't a clap if you use just one hand. The underlying truth, however, is that you make a lot of sound by snapping fingers on one hand. Not that it ends there, but one may find even more creative ways to keep the lone hand singing with continuous and ear pleasing sounds true to rythm and symphony. Almost as cheerful as a thunderous applaud. There is something randomly emotive about the applaud that has found roots in culture and behaviour across humanity.
"And then, suddenly, just when the colors and outlines settle at last to their various duties -- smiling, frivolous duties -- some knob is touched and a torrent of sounds comes to life: voices speaking all together, a walnut cracked, the click of a nutcracker carelessly passed, thirty human hearts drowning mine with their regular beats; the sough and sigh of a thousand trees, the local concord of loud summer birds, and, beyond the river, behind the rhythmic trees, the confused and enthusiastic hullabaloo of bathing young villagers, like a background of wild applause."
-- Vladimir Nabokov
And in that striking light of this thunder, there is a faint flash of the stranded quiet earth watching a spark tear through the air, delivering it's sheer light to that one point so clinical, yet naturally disasterful that there is no turning back. We may take refuge in the fact that it's a law of nature but a hand that chose to strike like lightning is far from the idea of co-habitation that humanity has pursued over it's own existence. A harmony is inarguably witnessed in the presence of symmetry in humans and the overlaying structure and anatomy of life in general.
"And then, suddenly, just when the colors and outlines settle at last to their various duties -- smiling, frivolous duties -- some knob is touched and a torrent of sounds comes to life: voices speaking all together, a walnut cracked, the click of a nutcracker carelessly passed, thirty human hearts drowning mine with their regular beats; the sough and sigh of a thousand trees, the local concord of loud summer birds, and, beyond the river, behind the rhythmic trees, the confused and enthusiastic hullabaloo of bathing young villagers, like a background of wild applause."
-- Vladimir Nabokov
And in that striking light of this thunder, there is a faint flash of the stranded quiet earth watching a spark tear through the air, delivering it's sheer light to that one point so clinical, yet naturally disasterful that there is no turning back. We may take refuge in the fact that it's a law of nature but a hand that chose to strike like lightning is far from the idea of co-habitation that humanity has pursued over it's own existence. A harmony is inarguably witnessed in the presence of symmetry in humans and the overlaying structure and anatomy of life in general.
History has been no stranger to the harmony human intervention has brought upon the earth in moments of toil and inspiration, such as the "Idea of a Nation".
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