When I give my respects to the girls and boys taking up natural sciences, which is very common nowadays, they feel flattered by my thought; that nature is best made naked, to make itself understood.
On the last days of a year, one is reminded of how all the originality is lost in copies, in the human practice of plagiarism. With an annual reminder of an absurd pretence intended to create another pleasant or respectable appearance. So where is the originality of the truth lost. The truth based on facts that are accurate or reliable in the original; in the true originals. That are present or exist from the beginning. What was truly the very first or the earliest truth really done or said or experienced. The things created personally by a particular artist, writer, musician, etc and not another copy. By someone not dependent on other people's ideas; being inventive, odd in thought. Someone being a subtle and original thinker. Like those that were present at the earliest forms of all intelligibility, from which copies are now being made. In the original language in which something was first said and not rewritten. As the word ‘sant’, is truly supposed to mean, and not saint. The original of a person or place on which a character or a location, in a literary work is based, in a book or a recording that has not been previously made available in another different form or in the garment that was once made, to order from a design specially prepared for a fashion collection by an eccentric or an unusual person. In the originality of one’s being in the street design or the mountain, river and forest design. That completed the preparation or manufacture of hide, skin and leather or fabric by treating its surface in some way, before making it into a dress or a garment to wear with the feathers of a bird in the tightly braided hair. And could smooth the surface of stone because it will take, at least, two days to dress a pair of millstones to grind the grain.
Oh ! Wake up! Tomorrow begins another turn of the wheel.
Put on your clothes! Get dressed! We need to go out for a meal.
And to put a positive spin on the reel.
To make the campaigns progress deal.
This energy and enthusiasm in pursuit of a cause, I feel.
Is for the objective of my Sikhsth fields that I embark with zeal.
Wear clothes in a particular way or of a particular type. Be well dressed. And you could put clothes on a mannequin, if the dummy is your escort for the evening. Put on clothes appropriately for the formal occasion. Be dressed for dinner. Arrange your long hair so that it suits your dress. And also the children’s. The special supplies of clothes are designed just for the celebration. So, decorate yourself in an artistic and an attractive way. But keep it simple. Make sure even the tree is dressed before you go. And the dog. Or the cat you are bringing along, as your cavalier. Decorate the ship or the car, taking you to the special occasion with flags. And dress it with the sails and the lights. And when the feast has begun make sure you are dressed with a napkin. If you get hurt dancing or at the fireworks display, clean, treat, or apply a dressing to the wound but first wash the wound, and dress it with fresh bandages. Do not worry, they have cleaned and prepared the food, especially the poultry or shellfish for cooking or eating but do not forget to dress the crab and shell the prawns while eating. Add a dressing to your salad ! The military will draw up troops in the proper alignment and dress them uniformly, to guard the place. They do dress to the left or to the right. That is, having the genitals habitually on one or the other side of the fork inside the trousers. Make a note of it. Just a tip: Make an artificial fly for use in fishing at the new years ball and be sure to remove any oil before you make your next cast after you dress a dry fly. The lawn on the outside, where you could slip and land on your back is applied with a fertiliser and the field prepared for a performance to thrill the spectators with a battery of pyrotechnics, was dressed with rotten farmyard manure just before the snowfall, a few days ago. I wish you have a nice time, and do not forget to treat or prepare the clothes in a certain way before washing them. 
In the end, I send my polite greetings to all, on the path of our Yuletide to remind, that it is all about the true path of all nature, our ‘Sucha Path sha Ji. And now, another turn of the wheel. For just another cycle, around the sun, on our carrier ‘earth’. The best thing about all this, is that you do not need to buy a ticket to travel in space. Your birth certificate is your one way ticket. Just hang on. We are already on a space journey as you are reading this. Because once every three hundred and sixty five to sixty six days, we make a circle round the sun. Trust me. Days and nights, KSP will take you round and round. And for all of this there is no need of a special garment designed for astronauts. You will survive without having to carry an oxygen tube. You are now on a voyage through space, just as you are. To learn and live. Be the Sikha you are. It is your time. Make the best of it. You only live once. Have pleasure. Enjoy yourself. Be Sikhsth. Play the game of hockey. Then play Phero, the carrier, to be on the next one, Phero’nu. I know, you may get dizzy and feel pixilated. Live Punjabi. Play Punjabi. Be a Topper. An exceptionally good person or a good thing. As it is communicated in the folklore of the seasonal Bhangra dance. With a circle dance about natures change, repeatedly, between a farmers two contrasting conditions. Between growth and decline, annually; each following and succeeded by the other in a regular pattern. Between the time to sow and the time to harvest. We are at ease in between, waiting to sow, as on the southern hemisphere, they are waiting to harvest. To make it a time for us to rest, while nature takes care of all the rest, which nature does best.
Last, but by no means least, I repeat myself, and send my greetings to give my respects to all the scholars, especially to all those with their roots in the originals of the Sikhsth natural philosophy, in the field of a ‘Thing’, and in all the rest of todays Sikhsth fields of natural sciences. And I say to myself, ‘Never mind, if they feel flattered by my thought; that nature is best, made naked, to make itself understood. Because it is true’.
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