As if alloy got mixed into one's soul, it becomes difficult to discern the real from the fake. Lack of inner direction leaves the mind at the mercy of fate, burdening the subconscious with frustrations and fears. There is hardly any respite.

Some say we live on the edge of history, for all systems, creeds and ideologies seem to have had their acts on this world stage.

Kali Yuga - the Age of Death - warns us that there is a single celestial degree left in the soul and that the light of the moon is no more to be seen.