As I was walking in the woods...
Which took me by its stride, no pathway, no dead end but I travelled. The journey which had the left overs of the autmn & no signs of the spring, the journey which maybe destined to be the destination & i pondered why was there a mirage created about Spring. We feel that the birds sing, bcoz somebody told us they do, & the trees dance as new leaves spurt out & the whole process of Nature is turned into one rosy celebration & once again our inflated ego wants to personify Nature.
The most selfish invention of Grammar is Personification & it takes all the liberty. We want to personify the inanimate to leave our mark & also use it on God to claim, then we go a step ahead & term it as creative poetry & take the oppurtinity to personify anything & everything. I dont know about political states but human minds can be as democratic as possible. I have seen a Metaphor used with personification but it is not termed as bending the rules of written language.
It also shows our reach & the power of being all pervasive, trying to spread across each thought & each object & speck... animate or inanimate. This feeling of personifying makes the object YOU & there is no diference between the object & you which can take you the state of Samadhi.
Cool.... I remember myself writing an Autobiography of an old Umbrella in my school days, trying to think like a stupid umbrella of all the things... but it was the beginning of a Satori -a deep lasting enlightenment, an innate power that you posess to personify things which was taking you by its stride might be to a destination called Samadhi.