synchronicities

Went to an introductory meeting of some educational forum with Kate. After a career with an organisation whose requisite devotion bordered on the cultish and 4.5 years of contact with the techniques of marketing and business, I was thoroughly skeptical. But my m.o. is to listen with an open mind, judgement in reserve. And what a pleasant surprise. It stirred issues that had arisen before (issues that I had become adept at suppressing) and the respective reasons whose clarification have not freed me from an unconscious cycle of paralytic behaviour. If a group can provoke one's sensibilities thus, it can't be all bad, can it?

And this all in a moment of reflection. The intense philosophical discourse of Tagore's Gora coupled with a timely conversation about nihilism and personal outlooks with Stupid Kenyan Boy brought to surface the age-old spiritual quest that I had consciously put aside. Wandering cluelessly in the present and staring down a barrel of blank vastness, what is more important than realising the true meaning of Self?

Cannot seem to stem the tide of one overwhelming thought - everything has a purpose, everything is meant to be.