There is more pleasure in building castles in the air

Outline.

1.      Introduction.

2.      One who knows how to build castles in the air gets the best thrill.

3.      Achievements do not give us the joy which is proportionate to our effort.

4.      Fulfillment leads to frustration.

5.      Period preceding success is that of tension.

6.      Earthly people may hate day dreaming but only dreams give co lour and joy to life.

7.      Day dreams have super human powers.

Man is a pleasure loving animal. He wants diversity of enjoyments. His intelligence has certainly enabled to get a much greater variety of enjoyment that is open to animals. Music, poetry and science, football and baseball and alcohol and cigarettes some from which people of different temperaments and mental make-up derive pleasure. There are still others who undertake hazardous journeys on the uncharted ocean. Some of foolishly expose themselves to frost-bite and other inclemency of weather simply to be called conquerors of snowy peaks but the thrill-which these practical men get fails to stir their soul. Even if they simply profess, it transports them to some ethereal pleasure, no sensible person who experience the vast range of vicarious pleasure would believe them. In fact he who knows how to build castles in the air. The man engrossed in his visions may appear to some like an ineffectual angle beating wings in the luminous void. He may hold others in awe for his having been field on ‘Manna’ according to some whose wings have been clipped. But it is in such moment that he becomes what Adam and Eve were before they tasted the forbidden fruit.

It is perhaps owing to this ennobling effect of day dreams that we lose the capacity of dreaming while awake and we resort to somnolent drugs. Youths petrified by decadent affluent society which ensure security of life take forbidden drug like LSD so that they might become deaf to the confounding commotion around them. The whatever psychologist might attribute this mode of thinking of the youths, it is a fact that we all crave for pure pleasure which endows us with the capacity to forget the world of petty jealousies, inglorious competition and foolish ambition which wreck Macbeths. And it is in such moments that we become too human-neither bundle of inhibitions, nor indiscreet devils. A dream of every same man who does not long for extraneous pleasure and who does not build up his world of pleasures on the wreckage of others pleases. The pleasure thus got is something to be proud of and to be cherished for despite all the denunciation of the matter of fact people to whom two are four, neither three nor five. And such persons have that happy sensibility which does not let them look before and after and pine for what in naughty. Nor do their sweets songs tell of saddest thought. They see the charmed magic casements opening on the foam of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn’ far away from the world.

Where men sit and hear each other’s groan.

Where palsy shakes a few, sad grey hairs.

Where youth grows pale, specter him, and dies.

Where but to think is to be full of sorrow and lean eyes despairs.

Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, or new love pine at them beyond tomorrow.