Warner Keisham

Madness!

2011-04-12T15:27:00.001-07:00

Madness!

Madness! A Character of this living being
Impossible to survive without ‘Madness’ in living,
Many certain reasons for causing madness,
May be because of desire, or failure or success..

Here, if desiring deeply something is madness.
Not having any desire is also madness.
Everyone should be mad of something or other,
Some are mad after woman, intoxicant, drugs, money, wealth, great leaders.

I’m mad after God only,
If the madness is from head; then it’s insanity,
Where it will make one suffer because of the limitation.
However, if it is from heart; then it’s blissful because it leads to salvation.

Written by Warner Keisham...3.46a.m 4/13/2011

Alas!

2011-04-12T14:43:00.000-07:00

Alas!

There is no remedy.

Left me behind by my lady;

Alas, my pains are so strong;

I am old enough for my life to prolong!

Recall an old song

Written by my father long

time ago; let me be asleep in my Graveyard

not to wake up again; nor to dream; nor to play life’s card!

Memory of Pass nails me down

Woeful sound my heart sings in this town.

Loneliness tolls on,

With fear of separation!

Blame on Thou,

For lying alone, aside, now.

This situation being anguished,

Seems a betrayal upon my financial status!

I know not to morn;

My soul should turn on

With Self start; not by explaining

Thou art strange; nor by backstabbing!

Written By Warner Keisham!!!

Love Affairs….!!!

2011-04-10T16:38:00.000-07:00

Love Affairs….!!!

Love Affairs….!!!

Sex-wise, one draws near to another,
Needs appeal in individual from each others.
No one is so blind, to say love is really blind,
In a better way, ‘it’s an unconditional love’, says her mind.

Woman neither loves by his looks nor by his character,
She is ready to reach where life must be in any vain matter.
If financially secured, she’s ready to make any day as memorable day,
A once living story about Savitri, it was just a story of womanhood days..

Today’s Psychologists’ survey; Men Vs Sex & Women Vs Money,
Wise people say in their critics; Money is there, there is your honey.
One aspect of outside needs charged a whole life; it may be sex or money;
This is very distorted vision of human life; & we are asleep, isn’t it funny?

Idiots of the world claim, yeah whatever, it’s all needs are compulsive,
Sex is a compulsive behavior of body; money is a compulsive source to live.
Well, all compulsive needs are mostly exist in physical state,
However, real love is not a physical, that’s why it is so cynical about divorce rate..

Let’s say, if compulsive needs disappeared suddenly,
And if two different individuals are longing for true love only.
Then, they will immerse in deep union with no conflicts, boundlessly,
The love affairs will not remain simply affairs, but love will reflect itself in purity.

Written by Warner Keisham, 6.03 am, April 10, 2011.

Oh O Love, You are too much!

2011-03-29T20:00:00.000-07:00

Oh O Love!!!
You are too much!
More I write about You, felt like not enough, yet!
O Love! You are the source of life,
Whole misunderstanding comes from You,
Only misunderstanding separates two lovers,
But how can one love without misunderstanding,
Misunderstanding is the sound of Love….

Everyone claims that they know You,
Most of their stories insult somebody’s experience of love.
Whoever in love, will surely cry one day,
If there’s no tragedy then, your love story is incomplete.
Well, it’s good to understand the psychology of Romantic love,
Chemistry is also one important part in this days.
But how there can be a long chemical reaction,
One day it should neutralize itself….

Love, in other words, is transcending the ego to connect with another.
O Love! You are a raft in a swiftly moving river,
You disappeared itself when you meet sea.
You are the mystery of union, the distance to be transcended,
The fuel to cross an infinity, Or you are the goal of any religion.
Perhaps, You are not so easy to know, even if You are so simple.
Oh O Love, You are too much…………………..

Written by Warner Keisham 8.26 am, 3/30/2011

Mother Nature is Angry!!!

2011-03-14T01:28:00.000-07:00

Yeah! It's scary.
It's Mother Nature, and She's angry.
Anger is a kind of energy,
Moving within it with unpredictable activity.

It’s not a planned action,
But a reaction to an inner emotion.
Eventually, it’s the pressure increase condition,
More likely to have angry outburst leads to frustration.

We were destroying Mother Nature every day,
Since from last decades just to comfort, nay!
Unknowingly, in million different ways,
And now it’s time for us to pay..

As a result natural disaster is inevitable,
In which that involves a strong uncomfortable.
To the people of this world and to repress anger is impossible,
Yet to express it impulsively for momentary relief to cause many troubles.

Well, this time tsunami hit Japan pretty badly
Along with 8.9 magnitude earthquake successively.
As a result, Japan’s Fukushima Daiichi nuke power complex exploded hugely,
And sending a plume of smoke into the air, seems like a Warning Naturally.

Written By Warner Keisham, 1:54 pm 3/14/11

Let love be your energy!

2011-02-28T06:38:00.000-08:00

Struggle, struggle, you will find
in everywhere, and resulted instability in mind!
Search the beginning and ending of any finite,
you’ll meet only an infinite!
So, why don’t let love be your energy?

Pack up your suitcase in your hand,
go elsewhere to trace your own land.
On the shore of the wide world you stand alone,
When you look for gold, you will get only stone!
So, why don’t let love be your energy?

Was human society ever better than it is now?
In history, Good man had to be killed, let’s see why and how?
Socrates was poisoned because, he had spoken the truth all-time,
Christ was crucified because, he had spread love by the will of Thine.
So, why don’t let love be your energy?

It’s human nature to get disenchanted,
With this deep sea of birth and death.
There’s a constant interplay between our inner seeking knowledge,
within which we’re unaware, perhaps no book is found perfect from that ledge.
So, why don’t let love be your energy?

Neither the knowledge nor the renunciation;
Neither the ritual practice/discipline nor the education;
Will reach Him, the so called madman in the world claimed,
True love in which dialectic between being and becoming is the cornerstone of them.
So, why don’t let love be your energy?

Life’s too short, why there are many unnecessary loads?
There is always a conspiracy from the other side of our road.
All action in the pursuit of happiness will make a tremendous suffering,
True happiness is inherent already in men and love will cease all doubting.
So, why don’t let love be your energy….?

Written by Warner Keisham Feb 2011

Love for love’s sake!

2011-02-28T06:37:00.000-08:00

All madness of fallen boundless self awake,
Between the lovers when the celebration is of One Cake;
And nothing can compare since love is for love’s sake.

Self magnetizing a recondite beauty and bliss,
With true love all around then gently grace will kiss.
At a point whole world will come to vanish.

All other considerations will have died out,
Thinking of a greatest performance to shout,
With this loving holistic behavior none will doubt.

Sometime Meera’s and sometime Guaranga’s love
Moreover, dancing like Thy Gopis and no bargaining of love.
Simply offering and will immerge in Thee as Thy love.

Duality affair is primary;
True Love’s only with Supreme Personality.
No physical relation but the spirituality.

No Will to abandon my relatives,
even-though if it’s temporary to live.
Ignoring them is coward life’s motive.

Pralad abandoned his father,
Vibhisan left his brother,
Gopis disowned their hubby by loving only to Supreme Master.

Considering all other relationships are unreal and temporary,
Attempt will be only to struggle spreading Thy love towards humanity,
In this journey Thou should appear to me before I leave this body.

O Beloved, a few sensual desires left upon me due to Thy love,
Thou will come to convert these desires into Thy love.
This longing becomes a continuous process for My love.

At night! Sleep upon Mother’s lap;
Morning! Run down to Father’s map;
Day! Singing with Beloved and make others to clap.

No special Tantra/mantras or any ritual disciplinary,
Heart speaks, “Duty is to love Thee only”,
Perhaps, never been to any pilgrimage, Thou dwells in me perfectly.

Waiting for a day, love of tear comes to end,
Then Thy separation will be no longer and whole world will bend
With fear, and power of divine love raises upon Oneness to mend.

Written by Warner Keisham on Jan/2011 – 28th Feb 2011.

No Doubt! Manipur may end as Hell!!!

2011-02-28T06:36:00.000-08:00

Humane nature is to seek freedom!
Society’s nature is to prohibit freedom!
By the people; for the people; and of the people;
People love people; people kill people!

An infant cries when it is born
who can neither walk nor talk as in scorn.
Nay, every individual is capable of killing himself,
It is indeed an inborn quality of freedom itself.

The whole history of the progress of human liberty
is all about struggling for survival in earliest century.
Before the invention of reading and writing, people lived in an environment
in which they struggled to survive against natural forces & animals, also for development.
Conflict comes from one’s belief against another.
One group of dogma and doctrine is against others.
Survival process is not enough for human society,
and that’s why it’s inevitable to resolve any conspiracy.

Most of the creatures in this world are unable to give up the power of delusion,
Simply, we see the fire flies fall into the flame, isn’t it the process of delusion?
Brothers kill brothers for the sake of self-interest; and funeral pyres; unending battles.
To fulfill the limited desires, people forget to love each other; hence, our earth trembles!
Any prohibition is absolutely dangerous,
Since people’s nature tends to be furious.
Lets assume, any new stuff becomes a crime/sin to think,
Then, no doubt! This thing will be a full time job to slink.

In History, if any Govt. has prohibited to do a certain task,
then, rate of doing that certain thing will be shown more by social masked.
There was a time when Govt. banned alcohol in India,
where India had given more no. of death records due to alcoholism in Asia.

LSD was banned by Govt. of United State Of America,
Then, they broke-out the records for more drug abusers, along with Canada.
Only a few children are ready to drop when elders advise to stop any bad deed,
that’s why, there is only a few toppers; mass will not even get their needs.

Following repeal, liquor control again becomes a state
rather than a federal problem and the annual per capita rate
of absolute alcohol in US rose after the repeal from 4.5 liters (1.2 gallons) in 1935
to 10.2 liters (2.7 gallons) in 1975.
Any legal or illegal ban of an evil deed,
causing people to do more rather than less & become easier to heed.
And unfortunately our both inner-outer Govt. starts prohibiting vindictive investments,
which resulted more complex issues by suppressing with enforcement.

In thick filthy water, lotus will blossom.
However, here in Imphal, it is flower with dreadful microorganisms.
The conflict between govt. and revolutionary makes more violent and bloody place.
Economic inequality has been the master key to such killings and riots upon the solace.

Despite political and administrative corruption,
the increasing participation of the people in self earning process as NG.Org.
Many groups have formed for welfare of our society,
therefore, the apprehension of JNCs of every events never come to ground resolution in reality.

Prohibition of Nicotine, Drugs, alcohol, Hindi, Dresses, Scriptures, Music Albums,
and many more since last decade, in which the real graphs becoming more colorful per annum.
Isn’t the prohibition most idiotic or stupid activity?
In Manipur, different group forces for their self-serving interest only.

Sharing percentage is one of the compulsive processes for any developmental project.
Different level of workers or non workers get no. of percentage, isn’t this from Law & Act?
In-spite of the known nexus between the insurgents and Manipur Govt. Leaders,
to put blame to any or only on Centre may not be fair.

With the Mix-Culture of West and East,
Meiteis have forgotten true love or its value, also no peace!
Because we have forgotten that we belong to each other,
Stop judging people, so that to get time for us to love one another.

Don’t mess up with Meitienism/Sanamahism and Indianism/Hinduism!
Let’s not forget, we belong to Humanism!
Stop prohibiting and criticizing one’s faith & believes; to those unwanted programs, a farewell!!!
Otherwise! No doubt! Manipur may end as Hell……………………………………………………………………….!!!

Written by Warner Keisham on February 2011.
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Prayer to Mother Kali …

2011-02-28T06:35:00.001-08:00

I know nothing what’s day and night,
But, Thou shall come in Dark Night!
My salutation unto Thee! O Dark Mother!

Why Mother is playing hide and seek?
Where art Thou when my eyes shut in meek?
My salutation unto Thee! There all the time, O Great Mother!

Not a lost child! Yet, I just played compulsive game.
Returning with dirty cloth, I’m worried and afraid to call Thy name.
My salutation unto Thee! Thou couldn’t so long resist my tears, O Loving Mother!

Thou hast generated this great illusion,
By which my brothers know not Thy true vision.
My salutation unto Thee! Thou art our goal, O Compassionate Mother!

Thou art all forms and formless,
But why hiding Thy divine vision and where’s spiritual consciousness?
My salutation unto Thee! Thy splendor is ineffable, O Merciful Mother!

Dancing to destroy the existence, O Mother!,
Stepping upon the outstretched body of Father.
My salutation unto Thee! Thou art the destroyer & the creator, O Radiant Mother!

Holding a sword and a severed head to both left arms,
Offering gifts and beckoned by Thy two right arms.
My salutation unto Thee! By Thy grace the finite ego loses itself, O Divine Mother!

O come O sweet Mother! Look at my eyes,
Reveal me Thy divine form & let me see Thy luminous eyes.
My Salutation unto Thee! Thou art the Absolute Knowledge, O Kind Mother!

Claiming the world for Death and Nothingness,
O! Thy terrible looks, who will dare to come closer to that darkness?
My salutation unto Thee! The giver of manhood and womanhood, O Adorable Mother!

Everyone sits on the Mother’s lap,
But these sit closest of all to Thy breast, whose love’s for Death!
My salutation unto Thee! Thou art the remover of all afflictions, troubles & miseries, O Kali, the Mother!

Written by Warner Keisham~ On 26th Jan 2011

Sex or God!

2010-06-02T23:42:00.000-07:00

Sex or God!

One coin which has two opposite sides,
Turn on one face another will hide.
Remembering Him; sexuality disappeared,
Unable to feel Him; while satisfying senses with fear.

None can ignore the both, since the reality
Of existence derived from these, so called eternity.
Nature had played beautifully, by adding little bit
Of pleasure, sometime humanity cease to see other side of it.

Most of time, there is an urged for turning upside down,
Indeed many tried and failed again and again in their own town.
Killings and riots in the name of God; and very sadly crimes
are happening just to have a small sensual pleasure for some times.

Love of Him is so intoxicated;
And act of productivity becomes so dedicated.
Difficult to choose which way, so many people are messed up,
However, both will never meet and one way should give up.

One is fire another is water, so how can it be put together
But don’t forget none will survive without fire and water.
Used the fire when the fire is needed; or used water when it is needed,
Let’s not forget that a nice curry will be prepared when these two are existed.

Likewise, the fire and the water have been separated,
By a vessel to prepare a nice curry, so God and Sex can be departed
By certain intelligence to make a wonderful life,
Also, man can have same love for The Lord as well as His wife.

Written by Warner Keisham, 3.57 am, 7/5/2010.

I come to Thee

2010-05-23T05:52:00.000-07:00

I come to Thee with sin and grief,
For Thou alone can give relief.

O what are the pleasures that silver can buy?
They come and they go, but cannot satisfy!

Long time were spent for me, in weariness and woe,
That through eternity Thy glory I might know.

I talk about Thy Love and people don't understand
Even I am not skilled to understand,
What Thou hath willed or what Thou hath planned

I only know is how to love more and more
Like an addicted madman by listening Thy music and manymore...

Yes, I claim to this world that I am in Love Love Love
Thy love and Thy mercy surround me, Thou; only my beloved..

Critical fight!!! just for certificate this day comes to end
Neither looking for higher results nor with tense

Just like that giving away since I don't consider its my deeds
enough is enough that I spent for those sensual needs
Its just right time for me to be with Thine all time...

Written by Warner keisham, 6.17 p.m. May 23 2010.

Special two poems from Last Month March 2010..

2010-04-04T01:26:00.000-07:00

Getting drunk

I am neither searching,
for the truth nor seeking the realization.
Its hard for me to practice any dogmas or doctrines,
being an ordinary one I failed to do that kind of meditation.

They say I am religious,
talking about those spiritualism.
I deny myself being a religious person,
I lack courage for not maintaining any deed of ritualism.

I am neither a saint/philosopher,
who can talk about life after death nor a family man.
Most of them, live their life for the pursuit of happiness,
I don’t understand if I am happy or whether I am sad.

The more I love The Lord,
I feel I am no more or there’s no existence here amongst…
Being like a fish in a wide ocean, why I am thirsty,
also no idea for getting drunk by listening divine songs.

All I know is that I am just addicted and
always drunk with His Name and His Music.
When I connect my mind, body and my spirit,
towards His Love, I laugh like a drunk man and realize' being a mystic.

Completed the poem at 4.22 am, March 26, 2010.

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Save, secure, savour!

Lets see in today’s world,
all worried about a good financial formula.
Felt like running against time,
thinking of saving huge amount prior to retirement!

Competing with colleagues,
if their investments; really the better plans than mine.
Assuming an ideal situation only if i got little earlier,
all saving incomes with incredible interest’ would sound awesome!

Saving should be in that leading institute which already,
has been awarded as 5 star fund mutually.
Considering all that risk factors of net asset value,
in market but strongly there’s an assurance of capital returns!

Now, start dreaming about after retirement,
no doubt, it could be a unique holidays with the family.
But there won’t be such amazing holidays,
cause suddenly a consciousness comes about family’s future security!

It would be more better if i save a little more,
since i have been saving throughout my whole working life.
Let my family & this world shall know that i am capable of saving,
such huge fund just to secure their (family’s) future!

It goes like this all of my life,
I worked hard on saving for future securities.
Then it keeps on continuing until i die and finally admitted myself
that i save all that i can for my family, so i’m ready to leave this world peacefully…!

Written by warner keisham, at 3.49 am, sunday morning, march 28, 2010.

New Poems

2010-03-18T01:38:00.000-07:00

Act Of Love

Nothing is true,
whichever the way of believes.
However, only the chastity inside,
will unite into that Bliss’ with no identification.

Nobody will love own self
especially for those who want to feel that real love.
Love can be happened,
only when there is separation.

Now, intelligence will collapse
into million pieces because this existence is itself.
Just take out a piece of identity as a sacred
even though if it’s not the known realization.

Not to go on with only one step
but in million ways to act on.
Because, love exists only if there is unlimited,
so truly, deeply and madly just play-on the creation.

No matter what it is,
just keep on giving and giving for the sake of love.
Love is all about remembering and offering
and this love force is the ultimate aspect of devotion.

Written by Warner Keisham.

WHO AM I?

I know I am yours
But this vessel of mine urged for the limited
I went to renounce the limit
But I came with another allusive confinement

I know that this uncertainty neither is mine nor yours
Cause’ my interiority doesn’t sound in perfect tune
I know Thee the absolute and the truth
And there must be an ecstatic otherwise…

I know I am just a tiny bubble in an ocean wide
Indeed, a small particle is the part of Ye
But it’s really funny about how to claim the realization
Since, the bubble won’t last, however I can reveal I am Thy Love.

Written by Warner keisham.

A Journey (a true story).

2009-10-11T04:18:00.000-07:00

A Journey (a true story).

It was middle of January, going back to home by train from Bangalore to Guwahati. I was with 3 full luggages and carrying so hard. My brother helped me till City Station and I was waiting for the train. Then train arrived at the station at around 11.45 pm. I ran over my coach and once I entered, I heard a voice coming from outside window, hey look your side - there’s a patient and I looked up where I saw 2 old; husband & wife, then I answered by turning to the outside window that they might be patient for you but they are my mom and dad. They would travel with me. I saw a big smile on that old woman face after hearing what I just said there. We all knew that we were stranger but how I made them comfortable by saying, they are my mom/dad. She old woman started asking about me ‘where are you from’, son! and then I replied I am from Manipur so going back there. She was uttering Sai, I came to know that she was a Sai Devotee, where I started singing sai bhajan with her. Everyone in our cabin was staring at me, they were wondering if I am really a sai devotee. In my upper seat, a guy who was Muslim, staring me because in my hand I was holding an Islamic book. I didn’t know that, that guy was a Muslim at instance. Opposite side in the window rare seat, there was a lady who used to look at me with a smile, and when I started speaking with her, I came to know she’s a “Christian- Nun”, then I shared about Holy Bible and showed a poem to her about holy gospel of which I have written recently. She was amazed how I knew about all religions. Since, I was singing Bhajans, reading Islamic book and writing poem about Holy Gospel. I simply told her that I am I,….. Everyone started singing with me bhajans, film songs and local songs even a guy from Assam he was dancing. We began sharing everything like food and if I supposed to buy a thing, everyone in our cabin they would have the same interest. We were no more strangers. I talked to all of them. That mother always offered me fruits. It became a nice 3 days journey for all of us. I was so happy when they all gave me the credit for the journey and they informed me at final moment that the journey had been wonderful due to my friendly approached with everyone, since I’d unite their different religions into a family.

With love Warner.

A new poem "Oh, Dear, help me in my last condition!"

2009-04-17T03:59:00.000-07:00

Oh, Dear, help me in my last condition!

Traveled each steps on my way on
Singing thy song & composing on my own
In everything, always trying to see Ye upon
Oh, Dear, help me in my last condition.

Rescue me from strange desires
Spare, Oh Dear, from enormous fires
Turned again and again from this temporal wires
Oh, Dear, help me in my last condition.

It’s true about me, how I am dangerous
And I know my mind is always wondrous
Found myself guilty again, this time it’s too tremendous
Oh, Dear, help me in my last condition.

Written by Warner Keisham, on Friday, April, 009, 4pm

Culture – Cultivate Ur (Your) Land Through Ur Religion Eminence. (Culture of Manipur under different religions - Sanamahism, Vaishnavism,Mohammedanism

2009-04-09T02:20:00.000-07:00

To Mom’

Your inspiration in me
Makes me strong all the way
Your love in me
Leads me to heaven.

Love you Mom.

Folks, I am not sure how to delineate about our cultural influences. Being a Manipuri, let me share my view towards our culture. I heard that the culture of Manipur is a very rich with colorful festival & delicious cuisines. When I was young, I had enjoyed many festival related to different religions. Yaosang, Cheraoba, Durga Puja, Id, Xmas etc. To know the culture, we should see history. In reality, we belong to Mongolian not Aryan. Meetie originated from Thailand but we don’t have history when and how we came from. Before the advent of any other religion like Hinduism/Christianity/ Mohammedanism, it is true that there was a primal religion in which we don’t have the real name of the religion but now it is recognized as Sanamahi Religion (Sanamahism), also the divine theory of creation and evolution of the Universe is a significant part in its religious philosophy and practices. Sanamahi, primal religion is really different from others and unique in itself embodied with systematic rites, rituals and profound religious philosophy.

Folks, let’s see a brief about Sanamahism or Meetei Cosmogony. Well, it was believed that there was nothingness and emptiness before the existence of Universe except Yaibirel Sidaba (Immortal supreme soul)/ also known as Poklen Pokpa Satlen Satpa. Here is the philosophy of the ultimate amalgamation of Supreme Father and Supreme Mother known as Hayum of Hayi/Hei (father) & Hayi/Ha (mother). Where it described that Oneness of Male or Female by understanding the dualism. Sidaba wished to create Universe for his own satisfaction, as anyone can’t be alone in darkness. As Adam produced his left as Eve like the same way, so Sidaba brought forth Leimarel Sidabi (Immortal Supreme Mother from his left side. Here it showed the nature of duality. They began to look each other with strong desire and then she brought forth 3 sons namely – 1) Atingkok, 2) Atiya and 3) Konjil Tingthokpa from herself. Then, Sidaba ordered his eldest son Atingkok to create the Universe. Atingkok also known as Aseeba created the seven layers of the sky and he brought forth water from himself and began to create the Earth out the water. Unfortunately, his youngest brother used to play all time and destroyed time and again. Aseeba/Atingkok informed his Father the matter, then Sidaba (Father) brought forth Goddess Nongthang Leima who lured Konjil Tingthokpa Leithingai (the youngest) with all her charms and while the duo (Nongthang Leima and Haraba Leithingai were merrily singing Paosha – Ishei (Question – Answer Song), then Aseeba created 7 layers of the Earth. He started creating moss, water hyacinth, grass, bamboo and tree out of the bubbles of water. Suddenly, his father insisted him to create Man. In his attempt to create man, he created earthworm, lata fish (Ngamu), frog, owl, pig and monkey one after another out of the bubbles of water. His father refused all those creation. Aseeba was confused about how to create Man, then finally he created man in the image of His father who in turn gave life (breathed life) into all His creations. It is said that man was nonetheless the perfect from of living being with divine dispositions, even in all history of religions. Aseeba exploded himseft and all his divine qualities and essence spread out all over the universe, on the advice of His father. Aseeba, his belly merged with the sky, His back with the Earth, His right eye with the Sun, His left eye with the Moon, His blood with water and His breath with air, In the Meetei cosmogony, this unique explosion is called Thirel Pokhaiba (ultimate explosion of the body of God Aseeba). Consequently His power and essence (Mahi) spread (sannaleiba) all over the universe, Henceforth Aseeba was called Sanamahi (Sanna Leiba – Spread all over, Mahi – Essence and power.

Folks, Sanamahi has been worshiped by Meeties in their houses and there is also different story about that. In short culture is related to religion of that place. Manipur is one of the most religiously diverse places in the world, with some of the most deeply religious societies and cultures. Religion still plays a central and definitive role in the life of most of its people. And we accepted different religion from different places. Then, we made different religions in manipuris aspect in which turns to our culture. Folks, let us focus on how different religions came one by one and how marked the manipuri culture. During the reign of King Charairongba, there was mass conversion of vaishnavism. Unlike other parts of India, Ramanandi School of Vaishnavism was against the growth of vernacular language in Manipur. Many Puyas were collected and burnt up by Maharaja Garibaniwaz at the instigation of Shantidas Mahanta from Sylhet. However, the actual vainavism that meitie follows in not Ramanandi but most of meeties worship Khrishna. It means that spread of Ramanandi/Hinduism by Shantidas wasn’t worked properly in Manipur. On the other hand, there’s also a big gap about Christian and Muslim influence in Manipur. Angom Purong Singh was the first meetie who baptised into Christian, it was the time when British rules the manipur and he went to hill areas to spread Christianity. And about the Mohemedanism in Manipur a complete blank in history but it is said that the muslim came fromdifferent parts of India like Bangladesh while trading the slaves. At the time of british rule, English brought muslim slave to Manipur.

The teaching of the Sanamahi cult /Pakhangba cult and Bengal Vaishnavism with special reference to Chaitany, Nityai and Norottam Thakur maharaja, etc. are expressed in royal/local rituals. The people are under obligation to perform them connected with both traditions. There are many commentators, which run through all of them. Rajashri Bhaigyachandra is regarded as the maker of Manipuri culture in the fullest sense of the term. Great indeed has been the impact of Vaishnava Ras Lila and its philosophy on the Manipuris. Folks, festival like Lai Haraoba, Ningol Chakouba, Mera Chaoren Houba, Kwak Tanba, Cheiraoba, Chenghongba (offering rice to Nityananda temple), Yaosang, etc, are celebrated according to the custom, manner mythological lore current in this region. Some of them have been merged with Hindu festivals. They mark the significance of season, joys, dances and performance of games and sports. They are considered auspicious for good deeds and national harmony.

In conclusion, I would like to share that whatever the religions, we are one under roof of love of humanity. No need to distiguish ourself by belonging to a particular religion or separating by religion. God is One and Love is God. We can make our culture rich by celebrating each festival of different religions.

With Love Warner Keisham
(wannerkeisham@gmail.com)

A selected poem from Keisham Kunjabihari which was also published by Manipur Sahitya Parisad.

2009-04-08T00:52:00.000-07:00

(translated by Warner Keisham on Wednesday, April 08, 2009).

Lifetime News

Cried yesterday; Laugh today
Don’t know how long going to laugh
Morning is Dark; also evening’s dark too
Man’s also being same in child and old.

If don’t take food, it’s a disease; also over-eating a disease
Can see always happiness and sorrow
Oh God, the creator of everything
Ye are only one who resists sorrow and happiness.

Due to so much happiness, never asked for sorrow
Let me endure all the sorrow for Thee
Give me energy to abide the tolerance
Also, provide me thy pleasing good news.

A Tribute to Shri Kunjabihari, collected from different leaders;

2009-04-07T23:18:00.000-07:00

You can click to below to enlarge script;

A Tribute to Shri Kunjabihari, collected from different leaders; (translated by Warner Keisham)

Lishram Somrendra – When I began to realize, I came to know some leaders and they were only Hijam Irabot and Oja Kunjabihari.

Elangban Nilakanta – Late Kunjabihari – A freedom fighter who was simple and followed Gandhi’s ideology in his life. Brave and always a respectful person till the end of his life.
A complete life. An Immortal. He is greater than fame, so he should leave.

Shri Ningthoujam Khelchandra Singh – My friend Kunjabihari and me in Johnoston school since from class 5 till Matric even after that at evening we chatted in his press ‘Ngashi’ in regular basis, I felt shock hearing that he is no more in news paper. At that time, he was a strong leader in political field. He was oppressive and also being an editor he published against English Government. In his news paper “Ngashi”, a special column for everyday called “Ngasigi Fagi” (Today’s Joke) and interested to read always, so then it became the fast going news paper for that time. Even, he’d play Pung and sing songs, I prayed to God for peace in his soul.

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My Grandpa's story

2009-04-07T00:15:00.000-07:00

Shri Keisham Kunjabihari Singh, son of Keisham Thongjou Singh & Thiyam Ningol Keisham ongbi Tombi Devi, was born on 13th March, Monday 1916. He was youngest among 3 sons. He was a brilliant student. He passed lower primary classes under top 3 and so without paying fees, he studied. From class 5 to 10, studied at Johnoston High School, Imphal. Passed his matric examination under Vishwavidyalaya in 1938. He was famous by writing mere laughter short story in school magazine for almost 2 – 3 years. In 1940, at around age of 25, he married Thouchom Ningol Ngangbi Devi. He was one of the most distinguished and committed pioneers in the field of journalism in Manipur. His activities in this field began in the late 30's. After the Second World War his 'Ngashi' took birth to creat a big name for many decades and political activitist. He was a political reformer associated with the Nupilal episode and the pre war political awareness campaigns. During his hey days he was totally opposed to any policy or programme of the government which looked oppressive and anti-people. With a sound knowledge of the local conditions he was vehement in his critism against autocratic tendencies of the state government under different regimes. He was never enamoured of personal gains and advantages throughout his successful journalistic career. He gave training facilities to promising youngsters with flair for writing through his columns. On top of this Shri Kunjabihari Singh was deeply involved with the Monoharsai Sankirtan movement. He could play Khol and sing the traditional Monoharsai Sangeet. His late elder brother Oja Bishwaroop Singh was an unchallenged maestro in Khol and an exponent ostracising families and individuals on religious and customary grounds were on the rise he and his wit and humour his speeches were popular. He was a prominent leader of all social reforms and political movement of his times. He will be remembered for all these qualities and contributions. Well, in the case of his eldest brother Gulamjatti, totally different from others. Gulamjatti, at the age of 14 in 12th standard by studying Shri Chaitainyacharitramri^mitra', he took sanyas' in the name of Krishnadas. For some days he spent in Sangoi (Arena in front of house) and went to Brindavan and never came back.
The first journalist of Manipur, Kunjabihari expired on 20th June Tuesday 1995.

An article from me

2009-04-06T21:53:00.000-07:00

Folks, let’s talk something about something special. There's a guy- I don't know if you've heard about this guy, he's never been on TV/either on the news. Most people think he is hopeless but he is quite stylist, holding a cigarette in his hand and other hand in his pocket. He wants to make a warning to every being in this world which will surely help their fucking life. He said, “I am sick and tired of hearing that fucking speech about love and dignity. You know? People will try to find the excuses for their own unhappiness. An alcoholic will say, I became an alcoholic because my parents didn't love me enough. And then I became a junkie because my parents didn't love me enough. Or A drug addict will say, I became an addict because I was not taken care enough and leave me like an orphan. Bullshit! An unsuccessful person will say, I had too many things in my mind and I was hold back due to the commitment that I have had in my life.” He concluded, why we should see all that fucking stupid excuses, let’s sing a song and have fun together. And if you are an asshole then proud of it! Because that you can be a simple regular Joe with a regular Job.I'll tell you folks, when he speaks, it sounds like rapping by Bob Marley with blowing Cannabis. He should be placed instead of Karan Thapar in Devil’s Advocate. What's wrong with this world, we always shoot the wrong guys. We shoot Mahatma Gandhi, John F Kennedy, Benazir Bhutto and it comes to bombing ourselves. I remember, what he said, “we are doing nothing but simply fucking ourselves”. And then, let’s sing another song - "Ah Ah Ah Ah There's a bullet in my ass. Ah Ah ah ah". Folks, he tells lots of about the generation and about the sexual revolution. People don't understand, in 21st century, that everything is so clear in front of us because of this Hi Fi Technology. We even invented a couple of things that let us to die soon. I can remember a time in this world when men were proud to get cancer, God dammit! Because the Cancer is an Hi Fi disease. Also, currently, our country is proud of having highest number or HIV positive, Awesome!. Then, on the other hand, good generous people looks always good, but I say “You look good you feel good, you're going great, and all of the sudden you have a stroke”. This is what he said and there are many but I will let you know later. So Folks, how is it?Do you want to know who that guy who said all that is? He is no one, rather than Me Myself…Warner.

Hello, Folks
I was born August 31, 1984 in Imphal, Manipur, and named Warner Keisham. My apologies in advance.. Some people call me stupid, as I am stupid as stupid does, some call me fool, always fool in April and some call me idiot, cause I speak of the secrets in public place. I started singing; I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner. I play my music in the sun. I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight talker, I get my loving on the run Wooo Woooo… Nobody knows, I am the coolest being a great dreamer and always wonder about something impossible. I love acting because now I will be able to do the kind of work I’ve always dreamed of doing which will reach and touch and help people and make them smell better. However, I was retarded after months of pissing everyone off. I think we all knew this was only inevitable. I know some fall slate didn’t do as well for them as you might’ve hoped, but what in the hell are you thinking by getting trouble yourself, fuck you!!!!!!!! Get out of negative perception and be gentle, since rehabs are going better. This will no doubt be a dream come true for those addicted and ART therapy to expand life of Mr. Negative.. OH don’t worry if you are also in that category, just visit Today’s NGO, no need to pay to Doctor, of course there is free treatment of your fucking body. I feel certain that it was rushed to a conclusion as a result of the threatened Political strike. Elections ahead, get rid off money. It’s a horrifying move on this world, however, and I fear for the state of this country. It’s funny how many men leave in order to pursue a (more prestigious) their career yet so few actually go on to become big stars. That would be like saying…and understand that I’m not making this as a total comparison, but it would be like saying, ‘Hey, let’s go remake “a beautiful world” out of dirty wind. It was a miserable failure of the people, for the people and by the people. Of course, it could just be a case where everyone’s downplaying the situation, which means that we could be reading our obituary next time. Frankly, we’re a bit confused, too. Most of us had many issues, a big lifetime commitment. Anyway, it’s upon self to figure out line but do whatever with little sympathy.
With Love,
Warner…
Ngarangdi chatkhrabani waruduna Kannadre.. Hayengdi laktribani khangba ngamba natte.. N'ngini ngasi koubase, ngasi haiba kouganu.. Ngasi kayana hayeng sembani, ngasigi nathou pangthoklo..
The past is there and cannot be changed and it has created by me as I am today. But from this point, I will create my own future exactly as I think and act now. That is why it is so important to live in present and to realise that at this very moment and at every moment I am creating my future...

With Love Warner

My Special Poems...written by myself

2009-01-06T07:17:00.000-08:00

A Life

An abstract noun!
Desires, almost bound!
Well, it's too round!
An intellectual, then, it could be found!

Still rifling so hard, ups and down!
Listening to the music, to hear the actual sound!
Climbed The Everest', Reached Moon', Dig down the grown!
The Theory of Evolution, a green; despite, color becomes brown!

Building, road, industries – called a town!
Today's happiness – difficult to count!
Women's expectant and men's desire of glimpse – The gown!
Naturally, afterward, it will remain as a wall moun*!

Written by Warner Keisham on Nov/06/08.

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Shadow of Love

The darkness comes near
All sacred thoughts disappeared.
My mind turns into disenchantment
I am crying with a terror of unreal dead man.

Traveling by no track,
Will I get the enlightenment without a wrack'
Wondering, I should go to Sorrow-less Land
I think, I perceive the ultimate insubstantial wonderland.

O Mind! Behold, Mother is in this vessel of my body,
To take care of my childish athirst for Love or to give the shelter of safety.
Let me be in the shadow of my Mother's love whilst
I'm completely with the Infinite and the Eternal for whilst.

(No one will grasp where it comes and goes for whilst.)

Written by Warner Keisham on 9 Feb 01:50:29.734 05:56:04.265

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Endless Desire

Knowingly and eagerly again waiting for an affair
Every time there is a sign before going in and telling me beware
It will hurt me and will break me down into million pieces
Love is dangerous I hear all time with uncountable promises.

There is an endless desire within me like a fire engine rushing frantically
To quench the flame of passion and heat of fiery instinct forcibly..
My senses may be blinded by passion but through the eyes of desire how vivid is my sight.
No doubt, I will prefer going back again and again to that sinful night.

Oh, desire! You are like a thief in the night of pleasure
O!, miserable one, you carry the power of devastation for all creature
My mind with soul united together and cried out "I'm still here in mid-start highway"
Unfortunately, I'm putting myself through all that endless desires again like same old way.

Written by Warner Keisham on Feb/21/08

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"I want to become a Monk".

I'm waiting for a voice and still can't see anyone around here.
With the light of disillusionment, I started my journey to reach there.
All time, my inner mind is saying, "I want to become a Monk".

Everybody lives in a world where life and death are memorized.
I'm seeking for a wonderful topographic spot where nobody could recognize.
All time, my inner voice is saying, "I want to become a Monk".

I've served time for everything but still feel like I'm ugly.
The moon doesn't shine on me to make me more beautiful simply.
All time, my inner conscience is saying, "I want to become a Monk".

There is a hymn I used to hear in my childhood where I remained sublime
Wonder why I have came across to a place where there is full of crime.
All time, my inner soul is saying, "I want to become a Monk".

We live in a political world where everybody knows about "The Sarcasm".
I just got in an awful situation while trying to compromise with my egoism.
All time, my inner Man is saying, "I want to become a Monk".

Written by Warner Keisham on (25/2/08)

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Thy Love

I just got Thy call
I ran down to my hall
Nobody there, but my mind is running like a cannonball
Searching for Thee behind that wall.

I'm going to cross that life's ocean wide
Why fear, Thy love by my side
This materialistic thought marked the turn of the tide
However, Thou knowest everything and no need to hide.

Where is true loving Thee, in this town
None can love me, this world break me down
Thy love where my heart longs to be all aroun"
Seeking underneath The Love and I feel I've foun"

Written by Warner Keisham on Feb 26, 2008

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Mother Manipur

There is no legitimate "Power"
Also, we pay huge for water
But still longing to be there

Filled with massive insurgencies all the way
Will get rougher stuff roadway
But still my heart longs to be there

Couldn't be able to hear the big-box Music non-stop
Will have to hear natural euphony at hilltop
And still I'm yearning to be there

Would love to get green-green nourishment that can be reliable
Unable to forget the ferment perceptiveness of different comestibles
That's why; a craving is always there within me to be there

Written by Warner Keisham on (28/02/008)

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My Office Cab

The arrival call where it b'comes my everyday abhorrence
Waking up and calling back where I hear unassociated utterance
I inappreciably manage to tell my door address and letting me for second Miss Call!
Running down so fast like I'm speeding for my School Bus at the final call

Will take a position to locate the easy vicinity of my co-workers
Two miss calls are enough to let them in and we importune to drive faster
Everyone is so quite and engage with fancy earphones like a fussy design on their face
Some will sleep in the middle of traffic and some will enjoy with rushing race..

The eagerness for log-out before the actual log off time
Trying to runaway from any sort of meeting to get in before cut-off time
Will have to face everyday same old Number' issue down in the basement
Finally, we depart with a sweet local song "Anisuthide yaako indu Neeneyne nannavalindu " from radio 91.1 FM

Written by Warner Keisham on (16/3/08)

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Will you be my lady???

Will you be my lady???

No matter, if she can click to a (Nokia) handset very handy..
Her favorite should be like Mandy..
She can talk with her Daddy..
Where she talk so leng-d(th)y....
Unfortunately, Theology could be for her study..
May be staying in hostel is not good for her body..
She can choose to stay in PG with her any friend (not define) ND
New release movie, she can be always ready..
She should sing a song in melody..
I don't think, she should be greedy..
She should be HiFi Lady..
She can color her hair with burgundy..
It doesn't matter if she fits for MTV Roady..?
But she can have sometime chocolate candy..
She can watch TV Serial which is comedy..
I will help her in a seminar topic, eventhou, it is abt "Antibody"..
She can ask me for a place that's woody..
Whenever I'll be with her, I should feel that I've found a remedy..
I always like to say, she will be my Lady Lady

Written by Warner on March 20 (3.27.25 PM)

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A plea for true love

I started listening to what the Holy Bible Says
And then, I turn my leaf, to chase Thy angel’s way
Since, I’m an ordinary; I went down that fallacy bay
Though, devil seems to be petrified from Thy spirit’s ray

Thank God, I am a lover of The Lord with no fear of harm
My days are all filled with an easy devotional charm
Sometime, I misunderstood in city, but wonder if I could be on a farm
Then, to gaze upon the field of barley and to sing the Lord Song so loud to alarm

Most of Thy kinsmen says, you are the best friend, Oh Lord!
And Holy Bible says, you’re God in flesh, also Thy Road!
I don’t know what to call, but I can say, truthfully that I love you A Lot
You bought love that I have never known and makes my surrounding a Sacred Plot

It is the spirit of the quest that I am asking to My Lord faithfully
I want to bath in the truth that my soul shall have union with Him so lovely
Oh Lord! I do not know why there is uninvited urged in my vessel like a senility
All I am asking to my beloved Lord let me be bound with His true love so tightly

Written by Warner Keisham, 6.45 am Dec 28,2008.

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A thought

She just visited me today
Like the same old way.
However, unable to complete it
Of which I'm uncertain to read.

Nobody knows, how she came but feels so nice
And don't have any clue, why visiting me twice.
Don't know who she is and what relation
But she touches me with full radiation

Somewhere in my Soul, I think
We have met before, where she disappeared in a blink
She reminded me again and again
Then, I realized I'm fool for thinking - the "Lost or Gain"

Written by Warner Keisham on 7/04/08

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Sleeping

A place where it dwells invisible to all
We never take it for granted overall
Sometime, it makes me feel I am the united soul
Without, neither Sex determination nor looking for any goal.

Everyday, there is an intension if didn't go to sleep, especially at end of Sunday.
As I know, I will have to suffer for whole day, like an usual boring Monday
Before sleeping, it's my time to satisfy my senses anyhow
But once I start to close my eyes I feel like I am nowhere somehow.

Well, the time, when I enter to that darkness
I am completely unconscious of my environment without sadness
I know it's very hard to enter it and to exit
The most unwanted, when my environment is trying to enter or resist.

I have never had a second thought about the dream of my past
Without a sign, these dreams disappeared from me very fast`
Deep-down inside I know, when all my stress and worries are released,
I can see all the pain and discomfort are going soon to cease.

Written by Warner Keisham on July 03 2008

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Thirty pieces of silver of Judas.

It’s amazing that everyone believes in Almighty
But doubtful, Thy created human mind as uncontrollable psyche creativity
He belongs to the Twelve and first instant no idea of dishonesty
The fact that knowing the truth, but he has to prefer short luxury.

Every story needs an absolute villain and He fulfills the role in Holy Gospel
Nevertheless, I think, He is an average, however; material pleasures of propel
In order to fulfill a divine ordinance for the salvation of the world, He rebels
And He, alone of the disciples, understood the true significance of real angels.

Deterioration on thirty pieces of silver is more than the real eternity
Human Mind is a moving wave which later made a mark, unknowingly
Iscariot "known to be unreal" or (Sicariot), but then again to fulfill history
Lord loves him more among the twelve because of his inevitable treachery.

He started singing "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"
Even though, He couldn’t deny the actual request of His master somehow,
Lord insisted him that "You will exceed all of them" as true saviour of humanity anyhow,
The main man in the key passage in the text; for you will sacrifice the man that clothed me, Lord said and You know how..

Written by Warner Keisham on 4.50 pm Jan 03, 2009.

My Life

2008-07-02T07:31:00.000-07:00

I was born in Imphal, Manipur in 1983, on Aug 31st. Currently, I'm here in Bangalore.. and doing my study as well as working in a pvt. company. I was an atheist. I was atheist even I don’t care that much if you’re religious, but don’t expect me to respect beliefs just because they happen to be dearly held. But I believe in the existence of God. Well, disbelief in history of religions. I’m a liberal democrat, probably, mostly because I like democratic country and I hate capitalism but the Marxism. I prefer ''dual-aspect monism to materialism'. The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles. That doesn’t mean I know much more about the history, regardless it's on the fact but all history has been pre-constructed with human's different perception of mind. I’m pro-choice, pro-environment, pro-gun-control, and anti-capital-punishment. I like the idea behind the UN, though I don’t particularly think the UN is doing anything resembling a good job. I dislike anti-intellectualism, and the war on science going on (mostly) in the US. I speak three languages fluently, and three or four more adequately. I can make sense of about a dozen more. I was a “college” student at the Oxford College, a regular college but me an irregular student. I used to think about becoming a Monk, but unfortunately I've have more blondes than brunettes. Spice! Isn’t it? Just Kidding! I am too mad in Love Of God… I got too many regrets I've smoked too many cigarettes But not now..thinking of becoming The Great! "Once I remember at schooling time, My Class Teacher asked every student, “what's your aim and what do you want to become”. They as usual like the words - Doctor, Engineer, Pilot, Lawyer and so on. I was confused, because I wasn’t decided anything for my life. However, when it was my turn and suddenly I said..a Sanyasi ( A Monk !!!).. Well, class was completely filled with Noise by laughing. Here goes my story – I started working in BPO when I was doing B.com 2^nd year in a Pvt. Company known as 24/7Customer Company. I worked there for 2 years. I left the Company to appear my Final Exam… After the exam I disappeared from B’lore without leaving a note. Yes, indeed, my family, they were worried about me and also tried to inform to police. Well, I went for spiritual search. I had experienced Hinduism, Meitie Sanamahism, and Christianity. So, this time looking for something different.. I went to Himalayas..Just roaming with no destination, however I reached to Sikkim and came to a Monastery Temple known as Rumtak, I stayed for couple of months and practices Budhism..but I used to work in a small fast food hotel for my living as a hotel boy. Well, one day I was remembering my Mom so much, so I thought of calling her. So, I went to PCO and dial my Dad’s number. I spoke to my father and my mother. My mom, due to my separation unknowingly, she cried out till the end of conversation. My mom only request was for me to come back at any cost. Even my heart collapse at the moment, then my mom sent me money to my ATM debit card, then next day I packed my things and back to home. Well, with full of love I was welcome at my place. Without doing anything, I was just enjoying my days. My cousin sister Usha, requested me to be her substitute in a school because she was having exam for M-phil. Well, then I became a school teacher in Vale Academy, in Imphal. I served there for a month. I got lots of love from my student..what an amazing experienced; unable to express. I got an opportunity; the Principal of the school was so impressed with my attitude towards students, so he offered me a job for teacher in Aviation Academy. So I went to interview, I was selected as counselor in Aviation Academy. In short period, I became PDC teacher and also promoted as Project Head of the Institute and then later on I became the Head of the Institute. Wow! But a funny thing is; due to insurgent group, we closed the academy. I took some students with me and went to Delhi, some got job, some not; a few were done admission at Airborne Academy. Then I joined Convergys, Gurgoan. Just after few months, I shifted to HCL, Noida. Then, I spoke with my brother, Rajk…and back to B’lore, joined Convergys, B’lore. Now, I am working at JPMC Process, EFS. Recently, I met an accident in my company, so I went home and stayed there for 2 months.. after having lots of pain & fun then back to B’lore and resume my work as usual.

I do not for a moment imagine that any part of what I have to relate can be interesting to anybody as a narrative, or as being connected with myself. But I have thought in every history or story of anybody, there is an education rather it's gonna be a wasted.It has also seemed to me that in an age of transition in opinions, there may be somewhat both of interest and of benefit in noting the successive phases of any mind which was always pressing forward, equally ready to learn and to unlearn either from its own thoughts or from those of others. But a motive which weighs more with me than either of these, is a desire to make acknowledgment of the debts which my intellectual and moral development owes to other persons; some of them of recognized eminence, others less known than they deserve to be, and the one to whom most of all is due, one whom the world had no opportunity of knowing.I follow, 'I doubt, I think, therefore I am' by Descartes.