My
Dear Brain,
Received your letter. War is still on. I
know you are in the battle ground combating and killing; even the ones I can’t
imagine to ponder on. But I feel and suffer your exasperation when you
retaliate at me and it makes me think of our proximity with twisted tongue and
restless leg. Devastation of one becomes amusement for another; but this will
only be a misapprehension in our case. Meanwhile you are free to sense my
sagacity the way you want to sense as I don’t know for how long you would be
able to retaliate and for how long you are free to considering the facts superficially
and making a finial opinion.
You
say you enjoy absolute authority; but this is only a misapprehension in your
case. Are you sure you are an absolute conqueror? If so, you would have not
been an incessant warrior. It must be ended now and if not there would be a
question mark on your subsistence. Hundred and thousands of years have been
gone by since we came into existence, now even I am enamoured to know who is the
invincible, camouflaged contradictor and where is the war zone and most
importantly what spurs you up to fight this senseless, desperate, and pointless
war. Obviously, I doubt your intention.
We
are destined to be together forever, but it’s time to face off. I am static,
but vibrant and you are dynamic, but recreant. I incriminate you for rascality.
Creator had distributed our roles very distinctively and your role was only to
feed me and I accuse, you poisoned me. And since I find a “breach of faith” done
on your side, I cease your authority to pass on your contemplations to me and will
continue to do so in the future.
My
dear brain, I am your owner.
