It is a fathomable universe where we reside. Each matter is a constituent of million look alikes’, yet the resultant is so different and un-achievable. Diverse are the ways of creator, each discovery keeps us awed. I wonder where does he reside and what is his form, they say he has no from. Can that be true?
The creator, narrator, sustainer has no form, ah such an irony! Then I say what a felony that we beings seek the trivial. I question, whom do we look upto, if the existence of our own foundation is unknown? Are we so worthless, purposeless & petite that we have yet not derived meaningful answers?
P.S. I am not a staunch follower of any religion or cult, but there are certain things that bother me about my own existence.