Indeible images in the mind makes one to mutter or wax eloquent about what is right or wrong or what is perceived as right or wrong. There are no clean slates in anyone's minds except in those infantile days which constitute infinitesimally little time in one's existence. Reactions come forth from the minds jettisoned by experiences of all forms. Minds maimed by the currents prevailing around it react in myriad dimensions. Tolerance is relative there is nothing rational or irrational about it, only the invisible indebtedness to one's perceptions. Predilections are predators which bar one's sensibilities and imprison the being forever in the hole of compromised existence. Tolerance of one's being is the ultimate challenge And to liberate oneself from perceptions and of course precepts of right or wrong. The battles in the mind make or mar a being's sensitivity to what prevails around Beyond the realms of right or wrong there has to be a place. Erasing what experiences slyly write in the slate of one's being is an arduous task and it carries in it seeds of self annihilation. Tolerate the imponderables in the recesses of mind and then complain about intolerances around A paradox that defies answers Just like this existence. by RAJ VIKRAM