Rabindranath Tagore

I hunt for the golden stag.

You may smile, my friends

but I pursue the vision that eludes me.

I run across hills and dales

I wander through nameless lands,

because I am hunting for the golden stag.

You come and buy in the market

and go back to your homes laden with goods.

but the spell of the homeless winds

has touched me I know not when and where.

I have no care in my heart,

all my belongings I have left for behind me.

I run across hills and dales

I wander through nameless hands

because I am hunting for the golden stag.

Hallo

inspite of all the difficult tasks im involved in, timely exposition of my theories have bcome a difficult task.my name, my career, my interests and my area of work are truly ambiguous per se but a deeper interst in my values and philosophy ll surely keep u speelbound.25 years of isolated research in a mill garage near plaza de louve of Yaren has brought about a certain change in d way i see various philosophies that has existed till now.just giving u whiff of my intentions i hereby declare russell ,descartes ,sartre etc etc. are spider shits. (sry for d language ,bt its true.).