I do not have any fancy for frills

I said I liked intellectual activity, but never have I claimed that I am a superior intellectual..

I meant that I did not have any fancy for frills..

It is a personality trait.. born with me and perhaps will only die with me..

I do not propose to flaunt it as a virtue or superiority I possess over any other being..

Then to guide and render advice to others, I should know, and I should have the confidence that I know at least a little, and then there should be persons who will care even for a wee bit about my views..

I do not think I have any such advantages..

Who am I to don the garb of a guide or guru?

I am not qualified in any way..

And even if I, in my idiocy or arrogance or vanity,assume that I am superior, who will accept it?

My thinking process and my limited faculty of analysis are the only two things that I possess.. both may be imperfect and faulty, but that is all that I have..

If I have a choice to wear all the costly clothes and I have the money to purchase them too, I can wear and shine..

If I have only tattered and dirty clothes, and I am not capable of even washing them, all I should do is to wear them..

I cannot remain naked just because I do not have costly apparel..

And I am neither jealous or critical of persons who acquire and wear clothes, rightfully owned or stolen, or even about people who prefer to remain naked..

It is their choice..

I am neither capable of nor bound to correct anyone..

My control, limited as it might be is confined to this body of five feet seventy five kilos.. Nothing else..

I have no reason either to be jealous or critical of anyone else..

I can only try to ask myself what I am..

And I am a clumsy learner..

To learn even a little and present it even to the limited contentment of myself takes a lot of labour and tears..

So how can I communicate effectively with any other person, and present my ideas to his satisfaction?

My writings come sporadically, without any premeditation or deep thought..

The thoughts get generated in the brain, flow to the fingertips in a jiffy, and appear as impressions or posts, and once that process is over, I am completely dead to my thoughts..

Neither I nor anyone else, I think, has any use for fellows like me..