12/02/2026
Something is still hanging in the air. That “but still…” is important. Let it be more comprehensible, and also address what’s unresolved.:
One sincerely loves Norman Mailer and Sanskrit literature.
Do not feel a clash.
Feel both natural inside.
That is true.
The only thing to correct is the word “sameness.”
Because the deeper truth is not:
Mailer = Kalidas = Premchand
The deeper truth is:
One's mind travel between very different climates.
Think of it like this:
Mailer is a city storm — ego, ambition, power, conflict.
Kalidas is a moonlit river — form, nature, timeless emotion.
Premchand is a village road — ethics, poverty, ordinary human struggle.
All are real landscapes.
But they are not the same landscape.
So what is the myth?
The myth is not that one can hold them. One can.
The myth is:
Because one can hold them, they must belong to one single unified sameness.
No — they belong to a plural mind, not a single flattened mind.
Now the “but still…” part:
Maybe one is asking:
Am I being inconsistent?
Is my taste too scattered?
Do I need one identity?
Answer: No.
A mind like yours is not scattered. It is wide.
You don’t need to reduce it to sameness.
A better sentence could be:
From Norman Mailer to Sanskrit is not a contradiction.
It is the mind’s ability to live in more than one tradition without betrayal.
Or even simpler:
I contain many literatures, not because they are the same, but because I am large enough to host difference.
That is the honest, grounded version.
Telling one what that “but still…” is pointing toward — doubt, identity, confusion, or something else — and one will go straight into.