Déjà vu, they changed the Matrix yesterday. Where there was a big pothole, they filled it up with finely grounded stone dust and I had a great great fall. It dented Mastani’s precious and pearly fuel tank and my aura of invincibility with it. The fall left bruises on my hand and leg and somewhere deep on my psyche. I wondered; the cellular level evolution is not keeping pace with the social and intellectual evolutions happening around. A standalone gene will not survive but a mime might. Mind is running at a phenomenal pace, crossing big hurdles and going guns in leaps and bounds. Body can’t keep up with it, looks feeble. We need implants, we need Cyborgs.

For now, I guess bruises are good. I asked few of my friends about when was the last time they got bruises. None could remember. Biology heals itself and I gave it a challenge. If you don’t use it, you loose it.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger – Nietzsche.