It's impossible to ascertain completely and exactly, the reason behind my typing a sentence such as this one. When it comes to a question of why I think, I can find no substantially satisfying answer. When I look at the world around me, hundreds of thoughts, each innately predisposed to stir in me an emotion, surge through my mind. One of these thoughts, posed a rather intriguing question. Why or how does a thought come about in the first place? Well, biologically, a thought is a mere electrical pulse in the brain which originates due to... well that's my point. That sentence could never be completed adequately. When it comes to thought, it seems to me that more thinking merely emphasises our inadequacy in explaining the one phenomenon which is arguably responsible for each and everything we see around us.
How does something so seemingly simple as a thought, evade an answer in the vast facets of knowledge we seem to possess? How exactly does something entirely physical/electrical/chemical as an electrical "spark" of sorts come about in the first place, to reshape the very world around us? Well I suppose the question is more rhetoric than anything else. Perhaps it is born out of necessity. Most things, today and in the yester-years, were born out of necessity. That, however, raises the question of what exactly determines this necessity. It appears to me that the further one delves into a question such as this, the more lost he (or she..) would be in this incredible tapestry of mystery.
Perhaps we are all, by virtue of being living organisms, always in search of stability in many shapes and forms. Perhaps the entire evolutionary process was a mere search for a higher state of stability. Today, at this stage of evolution, one of the tools of the species to attain this higher level of stability is thought. Perhaps in one way or the other, every decision we make, every thought we think of, in its own unique way contributes to an overall state of stability which may or may not be entirely apparent. Perhaps the only reason we do the things we do, is to find a stable environment in which to thrive. This perhaps gives due credit to the saying "everything happens for the good of things", but it also raises the question of how something so spontaneous as a thought could influence the stability of the species as a whole. A thought, by virtue of its own potent form has changed the very way lived from the stone age, to the world we see around us now. Isn't everything we see a direct result of someone's thinking? It could be said that arguably, we are today, a lot more stable as a whole than we were some time ago.
But what then, would explain our seemingly pandemic state of moral degeneracy? Is a total break-down of all moral values also in some way, an aid to a higher state of existence? Or is it "nature's" way of giving up on us? I seem to have a brick wall at the moment. There are too many things to contemplate and look over before I attempt to even write on something of this magnitude, but I'm not one who's too much a fan of preparation when it comes to matters of the mind and mattes of the world. Spontaneity I believe is the one element which could most efficiently and truthfully express one's views. Spontaneity is what makes most things possible. After all, thoughts are spontaneous processes in the brain, and look how far they've gotten us..
Friday, July 29, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Breaking the Code
Sense, forms the very basis of our outlook on life. Then again, can you truly believe in the principal of ‘sense’ as we currently know it? Isn’t it possible that ‘sense’ or in this case, our ability to define and categorize something as being a rational, logical and coherent entity, be clouded by the human mind's innate predisposition to FEEL? Basically, reality is as subjective as perception (see Perception - another post of mine a little earlier).
One of the things we don not seem to realize, is that sense, and sensibility for that matter, are things we have defined ourselves. Yet, we do not seem to realize that what one human mind can create, another human mind can better, or evolve. What one mind can define, another can REDEFINE. Why is it then, that the entire "general public" seems to have a similar ideology when it comes to matters of sense and sensibility? (Two VRY different terms with their own numerous connotations, and yet, each one of them is applicable in this context). Maybe you've chosen not to even think of a reason behind this just as easily as you've discussed this bit of writing as "non-sensical"!
I, for once (!!), happen top know the answer to the question I've posed above. As scattered and divided as we may be on most issues, there seems to be a certain value of unity amongst us. We are all uniform in our conformity to some grand universal code. A code, which like anything else, a human mind has created. A code, which we have accepted blindly and have chosen not to question. A code, more than welcomed with open arms. What is this 'code' I'm referring to? This code, is that of morality. This code, is that which lays down the rules behind everything that can possibly be designated as rational, logical or "something which makes sense". In fact, this code, which I reiterate - WE DID NOT come up with ourselves, has defined the very concept of rationalism and logic.
Why have we blindly accepted a "code of conduct" and a set of "ground rules to define all that we can or cannot perceive as sensical" without question? Why is it that its roots go so deep as to penetrate the very nature of education we are given as children? Some say it is because this Code I speak of, is meant to be the best way for mankind to go about life. I ask you though.. How could we deem the existing one, as the 'best' set of principles to run our lives by, if we have no real benchmark to define the word "best"?
Has our mental strength completely given way? Have we lost our will to think? Would we plod through each day, epitomizing the drones who adhere to a single code of living, JUST because someone, somewhere, at some time came up with the idea that this was indeed a better way of living?
We seemed to have lost the ability to think and contemplate, when it comes to our own lives. It is a pity, that we do not match the zeal that we show to find knowledge on the things around us, on the efforts to understand what we should live by. Have we, as a race, conceded to the fact that we are incapable of thinking for ourselves anymore? Do we not even care to make the simplest of efforts to interpret the existing principles in our own way? Sadly, I think there will soon come a day when it is known - The human mind has consumed itself.
One of the things we don not seem to realize, is that sense, and sensibility for that matter, are things we have defined ourselves. Yet, we do not seem to realize that what one human mind can create, another human mind can better, or evolve. What one mind can define, another can REDEFINE. Why is it then, that the entire "general public" seems to have a similar ideology when it comes to matters of sense and sensibility? (Two VRY different terms with their own numerous connotations, and yet, each one of them is applicable in this context). Maybe you've chosen not to even think of a reason behind this just as easily as you've discussed this bit of writing as "non-sensical"!
I, for once (!!), happen top know the answer to the question I've posed above. As scattered and divided as we may be on most issues, there seems to be a certain value of unity amongst us. We are all uniform in our conformity to some grand universal code. A code, which like anything else, a human mind has created. A code, which we have accepted blindly and have chosen not to question. A code, more than welcomed with open arms. What is this 'code' I'm referring to? This code, is that of morality. This code, is that which lays down the rules behind everything that can possibly be designated as rational, logical or "something which makes sense". In fact, this code, which I reiterate - WE DID NOT come up with ourselves, has defined the very concept of rationalism and logic.
Why have we blindly accepted a "code of conduct" and a set of "ground rules to define all that we can or cannot perceive as sensical" without question? Why is it that its roots go so deep as to penetrate the very nature of education we are given as children? Some say it is because this Code I speak of, is meant to be the best way for mankind to go about life. I ask you though.. How could we deem the existing one, as the 'best' set of principles to run our lives by, if we have no real benchmark to define the word "best"?
Has our mental strength completely given way? Have we lost our will to think? Would we plod through each day, epitomizing the drones who adhere to a single code of living, JUST because someone, somewhere, at some time came up with the idea that this was indeed a better way of living?
We seemed to have lost the ability to think and contemplate, when it comes to our own lives. It is a pity, that we do not match the zeal that we show to find knowledge on the things around us, on the efforts to understand what we should live by. Have we, as a race, conceded to the fact that we are incapable of thinking for ourselves anymore? Do we not even care to make the simplest of efforts to interpret the existing principles in our own way? Sadly, I think there will soon come a day when it is known - The human mind has consumed itself.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Flock Philosophy
We never could tolerate disorder or randomness in any form. As a species and as a kind, our dogged need to be able to explain everything we see around us seems to only grow stronger. We seek to find meaning, purpose and reason in everything because to us, what we know, is what we command. A simple illustration of this intolerance towards randomness can be given. Stars, are visible in the night sky as intriguing, randomly scattered celestial bodies with nor real order as is apparent, to govern their position. Yet, we seemed to find the need to find patterns or constellations among them where none is really necessary. Try telling that to an astronomer and he or she would immediately point out things like 'The Big Dipper' to prove you wrong. In actuality, you would only be proven right.
This is perhaps the reason why our lives are drafted into patterns of definite order. The reason being our need to create an illusion of control. To establish a "pseudo-command" over what we do with our lives.
One might ask me what exactly this apttern is. It is in front of all of us. Looking at a generalisation of the majority, all of us follow one, standard path. We are born, we are educated, we pursue careers, find a suitable mate (I'd say "get married" but that concept seems to get more and more redundant in these days) and procreate before eventually dying. By making such a pattern for our lives, we are, as I have mentioned before, embracing the illusion that we know exactly what to do with our lives and we are in complete control as we set about doing what we think we should. In actuality, we have no real control. We have no single, recognizable purpose to progress toward.
Consider this:
If the entire world were to be populated by nothing but sheep (and of course their source of food!) it would be a rather interesting state of affairs. Undoubtedly, these sheep would wander aimlessly and individually. Sooner or later, they would form their little groups until eventually they find themselves wandering aimlessly TOGETHER. Unsure of who is actually following whom.
Isn't that what we are today? We have created an entire purpose of existence which serves no purpose save the satisfaction of our deceived minds. We have assigned our own meaning to that which is apparently meaningless. We wake up each day trying to 'live' a life which we all hold so dear, without really knowing what 'living' does, or should mean. We pursue our endless search for knowledge of that around us without truly understanding what's inside us. An apt saying seems to suit a description of our state of affairs.. For as we reach out to touch the stars above, we forget the flowers at our feet.
This is perhaps the reason why our lives are drafted into patterns of definite order. The reason being our need to create an illusion of control. To establish a "pseudo-command" over what we do with our lives.
One might ask me what exactly this apttern is. It is in front of all of us. Looking at a generalisation of the majority, all of us follow one, standard path. We are born, we are educated, we pursue careers, find a suitable mate (I'd say "get married" but that concept seems to get more and more redundant in these days) and procreate before eventually dying. By making such a pattern for our lives, we are, as I have mentioned before, embracing the illusion that we know exactly what to do with our lives and we are in complete control as we set about doing what we think we should. In actuality, we have no real control. We have no single, recognizable purpose to progress toward.
Consider this:
If the entire world were to be populated by nothing but sheep (and of course their source of food!) it would be a rather interesting state of affairs. Undoubtedly, these sheep would wander aimlessly and individually. Sooner or later, they would form their little groups until eventually they find themselves wandering aimlessly TOGETHER. Unsure of who is actually following whom.
Isn't that what we are today? We have created an entire purpose of existence which serves no purpose save the satisfaction of our deceived minds. We have assigned our own meaning to that which is apparently meaningless. We wake up each day trying to 'live' a life which we all hold so dear, without really knowing what 'living' does, or should mean. We pursue our endless search for knowledge of that around us without truly understanding what's inside us. An apt saying seems to suit a description of our state of affairs.. For as we reach out to touch the stars above, we forget the flowers at our feet.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
The origin of Reason and thought
Reason is something we all swear by everyday. It forms the core of our beliefs, and the anchor of our faith. Nothing of any significance in our lives can deem itself free from all reason. A reason, is by virtue, a cause or an event which tends to influence another. How then, can a reason come about without there being a predecessing necessity to bring about the reason in question? Almost a chicken and the egg situation, except that we now know the chicken, did in fact, come before the egg after it evolved from a dinosaur. When it comes to reason, however, one can always go further and further to find one pre-condition after another that led to it's existence. It is a seemingly boundless chain of events interlinked in one way or another.
This, brings about the question of there being a singularity. A singularity which, to put it simply, makes sense to us all and exists by itself, without there being any "reasons" for it to exist. Whether this makes sense or not, every reason you can think of, however simple or complex should follow a series of preconditions or "pre-reasons" to account for their own existence. This trail of bread crumbs should logically have an end. The only end that I can conceptualize, is that of a singularity which is all pervading and omnipotent. What is this singularity I speak of? Well if I knew, I wouldn't be writing/typing all of this.
It seems increasingly pointless to try and find some sort of logical sense for everything I see around me. The deeper I go into my search for some definite pattern, the more I realize there isn't one. Everything that exists, exists because of some event that has been pivotal to determining it's existence. Shouldn't then, this singularity technically be the one bit (I call it a bit even though it is practically the most important thing we could know) which explains everything? The one thing which gives rise to everything else? Could you possibly imagine the entire origin of the universe, then entire realm of knowledge that we have all captured in every possible language, all encompassed by what is possibly a single sentence? This sentence, of course would have to exclude itself from every known language in order to exist.
Maybe I've been looking at it wrongly. Maybe I should look beyond sentences and mere words. In order to truly be the origin of all that we see around us, this singularity has to exist in a form which we can never comprehend. A form we are never meant to attain, or visualize. A form that is locked away from our ability to think. I may not be making sense, but these words, when I read them, would make sense to me.
The possibility of there being one single body of existence which gave birth to, and in fact, governs all we see around us is nothing short of the concept of there being a god, but God is just a word... and Mere words cannot possibly account for all that we see around us.
This, brings about the question of there being a singularity. A singularity which, to put it simply, makes sense to us all and exists by itself, without there being any "reasons" for it to exist. Whether this makes sense or not, every reason you can think of, however simple or complex should follow a series of preconditions or "pre-reasons" to account for their own existence. This trail of bread crumbs should logically have an end. The only end that I can conceptualize, is that of a singularity which is all pervading and omnipotent. What is this singularity I speak of? Well if I knew, I wouldn't be writing/typing all of this.
It seems increasingly pointless to try and find some sort of logical sense for everything I see around me. The deeper I go into my search for some definite pattern, the more I realize there isn't one. Everything that exists, exists because of some event that has been pivotal to determining it's existence. Shouldn't then, this singularity technically be the one bit (I call it a bit even though it is practically the most important thing we could know) which explains everything? The one thing which gives rise to everything else? Could you possibly imagine the entire origin of the universe, then entire realm of knowledge that we have all captured in every possible language, all encompassed by what is possibly a single sentence? This sentence, of course would have to exclude itself from every known language in order to exist.
Maybe I've been looking at it wrongly. Maybe I should look beyond sentences and mere words. In order to truly be the origin of all that we see around us, this singularity has to exist in a form which we can never comprehend. A form we are never meant to attain, or visualize. A form that is locked away from our ability to think. I may not be making sense, but these words, when I read them, would make sense to me.
The possibility of there being one single body of existence which gave birth to, and in fact, governs all we see around us is nothing short of the concept of there being a god, but God is just a word... and Mere words cannot possibly account for all that we see around us.
New Hit counter
I just got the code for a new hit counter so it's down there. It's new so the amount of hits indicated is probably lesser than the number of actual ones! Later..
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Uncertainty and The Absolute
Nothing seems to be certain in this world I see around me. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING is subject to change without notice. Quoting lyrics by Incubus which I've modified to suit my purpose, "Temporaryism has become the Jesus of our age". Sad, but very true. In fact, I might be tempted to go out and say that the only thing certain about the world we live in, is uncertainty. That, however, invites far too many contradictions.
Anything, and everything could be viewed from at least two very different points of view. Hence, the scope for change ergo, uncertainty. Heisenberg could have probably been a philosopher when he proposed his very popular uncertainty theory. He states that nothing can be measured in perfect exactness because everything is in a constant state of change. How far from the truth is that? It's dead on. If you ask me, there is no such thing as being absolute. Then again, my very statement negates its meaning. It's quite amazing if you think about it in detail. One of those things that my mind loves poking around, is this concept of the absolute.
What is something that's absolute? When is something absolute? Well there could be some rather simple answers to that question. One could try "If something is confirmed by undeniable fact, it is absolute." But then, one would have to question the "undeniable fact" concerned in the matter. Is it truly undeniable? Nothing, is undeniable. Nothing, is irrefutable. Nothing, can claim itself to be free from the possibility of change, or deviation from belief. Not even these words of mine which flow now as a part of some random thoughts flowing through my head. In fact, I haven't stopped typing since I got started on this one so, if there are any contradicting parts to this, point them out because thanks to the "edit post" function, this post is CERTAINLY SUBJECT TO CHANGE! ;)
Anything, and everything could be viewed from at least two very different points of view. Hence, the scope for change ergo, uncertainty. Heisenberg could have probably been a philosopher when he proposed his very popular uncertainty theory. He states that nothing can be measured in perfect exactness because everything is in a constant state of change. How far from the truth is that? It's dead on. If you ask me, there is no such thing as being absolute. Then again, my very statement negates its meaning. It's quite amazing if you think about it in detail. One of those things that my mind loves poking around, is this concept of the absolute.
What is something that's absolute? When is something absolute? Well there could be some rather simple answers to that question. One could try "If something is confirmed by undeniable fact, it is absolute." But then, one would have to question the "undeniable fact" concerned in the matter. Is it truly undeniable? Nothing, is undeniable. Nothing, is irrefutable. Nothing, can claim itself to be free from the possibility of change, or deviation from belief. Not even these words of mine which flow now as a part of some random thoughts flowing through my head. In fact, I haven't stopped typing since I got started on this one so, if there are any contradicting parts to this, point them out because thanks to the "edit post" function, this post is CERTAINLY SUBJECT TO CHANGE! ;)
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Perception
Perception is everything that we base our lives on. Perception, is the one thing which we could never abandon, for it is as much a part of our nature, as we are a part of this world around us. Our boundless ability to perceive seems to possess the potency to shape the very core of our beliefs. It is the power to perceive and analyse which surpasses most others, in importance.
Perception, however, cannot be confused with, to put it simply, sight. What we see need not be what we perceive. After all, sight is merely a reaction to a physical stimulus in the form of light, but perception, is only partially based on the physical. It is also affected by our state of mind, our likes, dislikes and maybe even our hopes and aspirations. More often than not, we tend to perceive what we want to. Or to put it simply, we see what we want to see. We choose to be oblivious to the naked truth in front of us, and embrace a belief which suggests otherwise.
This tendency, to embrace what isn't so, is not a deliberate ploy we intend to implement so that we may live our lives to the fullest. No. I attribute this to something common. Something we all share. Namely, human nature. We do lie to ourselves, by this power to perceive what isn't so, but we choose not to accept the fact that we lie. We instead, choose to embrace a fool's paradise of sorts.
The power of perception knows no bounds. After reading a comment online here, I came across the "Lone cow" theory (which admittedly, I wasn't aware of, by the way). It poses a rather interesting question - "Would a single cow, isolated from the rest of the universe in a field still exist even though there would be no one to perceive its existence?" Interesting isn't it?
I do think that the question, by itself is redundant because the act of posing the question acknowledges the cow's existence!
Then again, one would shrug off my argument and go into the deeper recesses that the question throws open. It all depends on perception. I believe that the man (or woman - I tend to distance myself from even remotely sexist terms) who could successfully unify his Perception, with his vision, would be the symbol of human perfection. Then again... his perfection would have to be acknowledged by everyone else, if he were to be truly perfect in every sense of the word. That can only mean we would have to distance our perception from the feelings of envy we might feel towards him, to acknowledge his perfection. Effectively, it's only the perfect who could recognize the perfect!
Perception, however, cannot be confused with, to put it simply, sight. What we see need not be what we perceive. After all, sight is merely a reaction to a physical stimulus in the form of light, but perception, is only partially based on the physical. It is also affected by our state of mind, our likes, dislikes and maybe even our hopes and aspirations. More often than not, we tend to perceive what we want to. Or to put it simply, we see what we want to see. We choose to be oblivious to the naked truth in front of us, and embrace a belief which suggests otherwise.
This tendency, to embrace what isn't so, is not a deliberate ploy we intend to implement so that we may live our lives to the fullest. No. I attribute this to something common. Something we all share. Namely, human nature. We do lie to ourselves, by this power to perceive what isn't so, but we choose not to accept the fact that we lie. We instead, choose to embrace a fool's paradise of sorts.
The power of perception knows no bounds. After reading a comment online here, I came across the "Lone cow" theory (which admittedly, I wasn't aware of, by the way). It poses a rather interesting question - "Would a single cow, isolated from the rest of the universe in a field still exist even though there would be no one to perceive its existence?" Interesting isn't it?
I do think that the question, by itself is redundant because the act of posing the question acknowledges the cow's existence!
Then again, one would shrug off my argument and go into the deeper recesses that the question throws open. It all depends on perception. I believe that the man (or woman - I tend to distance myself from even remotely sexist terms) who could successfully unify his Perception, with his vision, would be the symbol of human perfection. Then again... his perfection would have to be acknowledged by everyone else, if he were to be truly perfect in every sense of the word. That can only mean we would have to distance our perception from the feelings of envy we might feel towards him, to acknowledge his perfection. Effectively, it's only the perfect who could recognize the perfect!
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Destiny?
It's amazing how we, as humans, find or invent these little concepts to cling on to in times of need. We hinge all our faith on a particular principle or concept so that we could attribute our situations to it, and resign to it. Nothing represents this more than the concept of Destiny or Fate. I'm a sceptic in every sense of the word, although I'm leaning towards the side of a non-believer.
How many times have we heard the phrase "God works in mysterious ways.."? Plenty, if you were me. In actuality, I don't even belive in the concept of there being a god, but that's a different issue altogether. My point is, that many of us, subscribe to the theory that there is some Grand master plan that has been laid out to dictate every decision we make. This, is the concept of Destiny.
Doesn't this theory imply that no decision we make, is actually a decision WE make? How could you make a choice when there wouldn't actually be a choice? By the existence of such a universal master-plan, wouldn't the very concept of choice be redundant? Every decision would have already been taken, whether you're aware of it or not. Effectively, we're merely cogs in a constantly turning wheel that's headed in only one direction that we have no clue about. Difficult to believe is this not?
Look at it this way. I'm typing this out right now. Ask me why, and I'd say that it's because I feel like it. But who am I? The logical answer to this question is Nikhil Menon. But then again, who is Nikhil Menon? Who controls his thoughts? Why he does himself, doesn't he? Maybe, maybe not. When you look at it, all thoughts originate as an electrical impulse in the brain. What causes it to arise? What prompts the very essence of a thought inside me? Is it some grand scheme of things merely playing it's role in organising my thoughts? Doesn't make any sense does it?
Well I'm in one of those moods, and I'm now working on a little theory of my own, along these lines. A bit over my head, but I'm working on something to do with the way we live. Ignore this rant if it's nothing more than gibberish arranged in paragraphs. Criticise it through comments if you'd like, but I'm still going to work on it... I think I'm finally on to something worthwhile.
How many times have we heard the phrase "God works in mysterious ways.."? Plenty, if you were me. In actuality, I don't even belive in the concept of there being a god, but that's a different issue altogether. My point is, that many of us, subscribe to the theory that there is some Grand master plan that has been laid out to dictate every decision we make. This, is the concept of Destiny.
Doesn't this theory imply that no decision we make, is actually a decision WE make? How could you make a choice when there wouldn't actually be a choice? By the existence of such a universal master-plan, wouldn't the very concept of choice be redundant? Every decision would have already been taken, whether you're aware of it or not. Effectively, we're merely cogs in a constantly turning wheel that's headed in only one direction that we have no clue about. Difficult to believe is this not?
Look at it this way. I'm typing this out right now. Ask me why, and I'd say that it's because I feel like it. But who am I? The logical answer to this question is Nikhil Menon. But then again, who is Nikhil Menon? Who controls his thoughts? Why he does himself, doesn't he? Maybe, maybe not. When you look at it, all thoughts originate as an electrical impulse in the brain. What causes it to arise? What prompts the very essence of a thought inside me? Is it some grand scheme of things merely playing it's role in organising my thoughts? Doesn't make any sense does it?
Well I'm in one of those moods, and I'm now working on a little theory of my own, along these lines. A bit over my head, but I'm working on something to do with the way we live. Ignore this rant if it's nothing more than gibberish arranged in paragraphs. Criticise it through comments if you'd like, but I'm still going to work on it... I think I'm finally on to something worthwhile.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Don't believe the truth?
I was just doing the usual bit of downloading music when I saw that the name of the latest album by OASIS was called 'Don't believe the truth'. It really got me thinking. Maybe this is more than just the name of an album (which totally rocks by the way). I mean what is the truth? Apart from just cold plain fact, the "truth" is something which I think we choose to accept only when it suits us best. This is probably not true (funny, how I use the word "true") in many cases, but I think it applies to more people than those who might accept this.
When the fact of the matter is that the truth could get us into some undesirable position, we often resort to lies. Lies, in my view, are mere distortions of the truth or "temporary truths" in their own right. If what we see is what we believe, then a lie is merely an illusion which eventually breaks down to reveal cold, hard reality. When you actually think about it, the difference between the truth and a lie is more irrelevant. The truth, or more appropriately, half truths can be used to drastically alter the image of a fact in discussion. A lie, needless to say, is used to portray a certain truthful instance which possibly never happened.
This is one of my quotes - "A lie, is just the truth in a new light. Believe in either, and you believe in both" ...... Mind you, it is GENUINELY MINE and if you intend to use these wise words (hehe I'm giving myself too much credit here), please do give me due credit for it!
This is probably one of my posts which makes no sense at all. Then again, what is sense? How would you define a coherent stream of thoughts which tend to apply to a ceratin logical reasoning? ;) Think about it, and while you're at it, follow suit and 'Don't believe the truth'!!
When the fact of the matter is that the truth could get us into some undesirable position, we often resort to lies. Lies, in my view, are mere distortions of the truth or "temporary truths" in their own right. If what we see is what we believe, then a lie is merely an illusion which eventually breaks down to reveal cold, hard reality. When you actually think about it, the difference between the truth and a lie is more irrelevant. The truth, or more appropriately, half truths can be used to drastically alter the image of a fact in discussion. A lie, needless to say, is used to portray a certain truthful instance which possibly never happened.
This is one of my quotes - "A lie, is just the truth in a new light. Believe in either, and you believe in both" ...... Mind you, it is GENUINELY MINE and if you intend to use these wise words (hehe I'm giving myself too much credit here), please do give me due credit for it!
This is probably one of my posts which makes no sense at all. Then again, what is sense? How would you define a coherent stream of thoughts which tend to apply to a ceratin logical reasoning? ;) Think about it, and while you're at it, follow suit and 'Don't believe the truth'!!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Of life and death
It isn't often that I find myself in one of these contemplative moods so I'm going to make the most of it. I basically found myself thinking about what it would be like to be standing on the ledge of the highest floor of the highest building there'd be... about to end my life. Not saying I'm suicidal, I just found the whole concept intriguing in a scientifically and philosophically curious sense. These are my thoughts on it:
"I'm not entirely sure as to why I'm here, at this moment, but somehow I know I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm in that sort of position where I'm powerful, proud, in control and yet helpless and humble at the same time. Come to think of it, maybe I'm here for exactly that reason - To feel what I feel now. To experience the fragility of life first hand. To surrender to the most inherent whim - Instinct.
"It wasn't instinct that got me here. It was a feeling of helpless necessity. It isn't instinct that's keeping me here, either. It's something almost surreal, that exists only in this moment I find myself in. To be surrounded by the things that I know I can leave behind in a heart beat, is an undeniable truth. The simplest way to put it would be that what I feel now, is a RUSH.
"I'll admit that it wasn't the rush that brought me here. It is, however, the rush that's keeping me here. The rush, that's preventing me from carrying out what I came here to do. That very rush, which initiates thoughts of uncertainty which didn't arise before. This is truly an intoxicating moment - Millions of thoughts and processes play out in my mind, harmoniously and yet, with a certain rhythmic randomness. It must be true the, what they say. You feel most alive, when you're about to die."
That's pretty much it. I'm not sure why I ended up thinking along those lines, but I'm kind of glad I did. I thrive on thinking about situations by putting myself in others' shoes. In this case, it was the shoes of someone suicidal. I assure you again, that this is NOT a reflection of my feelings at the moment. It's just something I felt like doing. After all, it's little things like this, which inherently possess the capacity to influence us most.
"I'm not entirely sure as to why I'm here, at this moment, but somehow I know I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm in that sort of position where I'm powerful, proud, in control and yet helpless and humble at the same time. Come to think of it, maybe I'm here for exactly that reason - To feel what I feel now. To experience the fragility of life first hand. To surrender to the most inherent whim - Instinct.
"It wasn't instinct that got me here. It was a feeling of helpless necessity. It isn't instinct that's keeping me here, either. It's something almost surreal, that exists only in this moment I find myself in. To be surrounded by the things that I know I can leave behind in a heart beat, is an undeniable truth. The simplest way to put it would be that what I feel now, is a RUSH.
"I'll admit that it wasn't the rush that brought me here. It is, however, the rush that's keeping me here. The rush, that's preventing me from carrying out what I came here to do. That very rush, which initiates thoughts of uncertainty which didn't arise before. This is truly an intoxicating moment - Millions of thoughts and processes play out in my mind, harmoniously and yet, with a certain rhythmic randomness. It must be true the, what they say. You feel most alive, when you're about to die."
That's pretty much it. I'm not sure why I ended up thinking along those lines, but I'm kind of glad I did. I thrive on thinking about situations by putting myself in others' shoes. In this case, it was the shoes of someone suicidal. I assure you again, that this is NOT a reflection of my feelings at the moment. It's just something I felt like doing. After all, it's little things like this, which inherently possess the capacity to influence us most.
Monday, July 04, 2005
Epiphany...
It's amazing how sometimes, when you least expect it, one of the little things happen whih change your entire perspective on life. It's at moments like this that I realize that the little things in life, are in fact, what make up the larger things in life. How a simple thing such as getting up at some unearthly hour of the night to get a glass of water could be one of the many events that act in an almost conspiratorial manner to further some greater cause. This isn't just ranting here, it's experience.
Each day passes by, almost identically without much variation. In fact, we seem to be slaves to a certain routine. Just when this routine seems to become everything to us, something or the other happens to drive the proverbial stick in the wheel, drastically changing everything we seem to fall back on. It's events like these which, when analysed, seem to culminate as a result of seemingly pointless decisions we may or may or may not have made. It's quite amazing. The only possible outcome in this sudden change in our lives, is more than just a change of perspective or thought. It's a change in who we are. A change in who we become. A change in how we do things. A change in how we deal with life as a whole. These moments are revelations. The little things in life, turn out to be the not-so little things in life. In fact, it is these, seemingly meaningless events which acquire a divine form of revelation personified. Truly epitomising an epiphany.
Each day passes by, almost identically without much variation. In fact, we seem to be slaves to a certain routine. Just when this routine seems to become everything to us, something or the other happens to drive the proverbial stick in the wheel, drastically changing everything we seem to fall back on. It's events like these which, when analysed, seem to culminate as a result of seemingly pointless decisions we may or may or may not have made. It's quite amazing. The only possible outcome in this sudden change in our lives, is more than just a change of perspective or thought. It's a change in who we are. A change in who we become. A change in how we do things. A change in how we deal with life as a whole. These moments are revelations. The little things in life, turn out to be the not-so little things in life. In fact, it is these, seemingly meaningless events which acquire a divine form of revelation personified. Truly epitomising an epiphany.
The Purpose of Purpose
This might sound like some highly philosophical piece, but it's just a few incoherent thoughts strung together by some weird logic that some would get and some wouldn't. That, is one of the beauties of the world. But what is the world, really? I eman all we ever do is go about doing what we can with our time by doing what we think we should do, which is really what someone else has done at some point in time, solely due to the fact that none of us really knows why we're here. It's pretty amazing when you think about it. We're here, living and breathing and doing everything else, but we have no general direction we're all headed to. The only possible common end, is of course, death. But why go through all the trouble of LIVING when you're going to end up dead anyway? I'm not sure anyone can answer that. If they could, then there'd be no point to actually living a life. We surely weren't put here to pursue a career or die homeless or whatever. But maybe we're just looking for a pattern in a world of random simplicity. Maybe it is that simple. Maybe we're just here to eat, breathe, drink and die. No strings attached.
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