ANAMETACATA.

Jungle House Scrolls

This is perhaps the third and the last Jungle House in my life. 

They visit me, and I really don't know exactly Who brought me here for what purpose.

When they visit me there may be reason for them, but I just meet them with no objections any. I'm neither disturbed nor bothered. Occasionally someone puts a question about why I'm here, what is my purpose behind coming and staying here. I smile but say nothing. Thinking about me they too just keep silent.

I try not to interfere in their activities. Still they keep asking me, and I tell them whatever I feel like telling.

This midnight I coined a new word :

ANAMETACATA

It's perhaps an acronym, made up of three prefixes.

Ana is about analogy, analysis,

Meta is about Meta, Metal,

Cata is about Catalysis.

Here my role consists in helping them perform their work in as much in good way as they can.

Whenever and if they ask, I do tell them what I feel like telling.

So I play the role of an analyst.

Then I try to understand what help they may expect from me and I suggest them whatever I think is proper, and should be done at the material, Metaphysical, Meta - elemental Metal level.

Then though I may look participating in their activities, I am quite unconcerned and unattached.

My role is perhaps that of a Catalyst - a substance that helps in furthering and happening of a chemical process but it is not sure if it is really involved in; takes part in it.

I assembled these three words in a single word  - ANAMETACATA.

I AM ALIVE.

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