Thursday, February 02, 2006 | 5:59 AM

Sometimes, a leaf looks up at a tree and thinks, the tree has so many colours, shades of various greens, yellow, browns and oranges. It has all the colours at all times. Why do I only have a colour at a time?

Yet a tree looks at the leaf and thinks, the leaf gets to continuously change its colours. It starts out frm a tender green to a ripe yellow, and then orange, red and to a rich brown.

No change, and continuous change. One tames the soul, bores it, shackles it to the routine life. The other, unsettles the soul, leaving it disjointed from the earth.

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