Heraclitus said, “Change is the only constant in life.” This profound saying has remained alive for centuries. It most aptly decodes the decades that have passed and yet to emerge. Time flies. It also stops. In the light of changes, knowing the known has been our way of living. We strive to know everything. Slowly we learn to accept that we don’t have the required knowledge or skills to know everything. Gradually we learn by listening, reading, practising. We learn by thinking ahead of time. We learn by asking questions. We learn that nothing ever stays the same. We learn to explain the changes. Learning becomes a way to understand the anatomy of change. Even the gods change. Viruses change their modus operandi. We love, as well as, hate change. Despite our dislike for change, it happens. Happy times discontinue, although we wish them not to. We ask, when the change is inevitable, why not take the turn when the turn comes? But it is easier said than done. Life’s every phase is preparation for the next phase. In childhood, we prepare for a young age. At a young age, we prepare for the middle age. At the middle age, we prepare for old age. Our process of learning never stops. We can get the best lessons of learning from the history of the evolution of all kinds (including human beings). If it is important to learn how science evolved, it is equally important to learn how the arts evolved. In the learning process, it is important to understand what goes up also comes down; one can only wake up only if he sleeps, only a young can become old, and only a few fortunate become old. Those people are lucky to see all the seasons in one life. We look forward to the men of all seasons for their guidance. We want them to walk beside us. The Renaissance men have a beautiful mind.

A beautiful mind is like a flower, sprouting in the cracks of life,

to beautify the gloomy stony existence.

Despite differences, it gels well with other minds.

It reaches the point

where differences lose significance,

where possible is compatibility.

It can hear the ‘silence of infinitely open spaces’.

In solitude, it can observe life dispassionately.

A beautiful mind balances the swinging pendulum of life,

simply and beautifully.

A beautiful mind knows, but doesn’t display.

It is not burdened by knowledge,

envisions the visible,

and perceives the invisible.

It recognizes the self and can see beyond the self.

It values relationships that do not terminate with

the termination of the purpose.

A beautiful mind is often unpredictable,

misunderstood, disproportionate,

at times limited, unaware of many things.

It is a fine balance between

integration and differentiation,

convergence and divergence,

calm and restlessness,

competition and cooperation,

optimism and wishful thinking,

idealism and realism,

plasticity and rigidity,

tolerance and indifference,

faith and doubt,

acknowledgement and anonymity.

For a beautiful mind,

beauty essentially means simplicity.