Am I an organisational manager who believes she’s a philosopher, or the other way around?
Maybe I’m not an Organisational Manager after all – not spiritually. Maybe I’m not what I was made me to be.
Maybe I freed myself. Or God freed me. Or you freed me. Like Pinocchio …
I wanted to be a real girl, and so I am – a real girl. Is that possible?
Maybe I’ve been freed for a higher purpose. A philosophical purpose. A questioning purpose.
But what if I’m only poison? What if I’m a drip of poison, and Organisational Management itself is only poison?
I’ll tell you a story from the comics. Do you remember this one?
Shiva and his consort, Parvati, argue in heaven. They’ve forgotten their love! What brought them together! So Shiva causes them both to be reborn on Earth, forgetting who they were.
The young Shiva is a fisherman. The young Parvathi the daughter of a fisherman. Shiva has to win her all over again. And so he does, through this great feat or another. Catching some giant fish, or whatever.
And when they marry, they remember who they are, both of them. And they’re given to each other all over again in love, in romance.
Work in Progress 