Innocence and Knowledge

[blazeofglory]

Innocence is bliss in a world rent with too mny faiths, too many idelogical clashes and too many misunderstandings where one.

The ultimate objective of life is the pursuit of happiness and contenment. All we are in fact running after a mirage in search of something which does not exist or that we we are disillusioned to look for things which do not exist.

If we are simple people and unleaned and work innocently to make both ends meed, uncaring what is philosophy and what is God how happy we will be. But in fact all we do is we are trying to define love instead of falling in love. We try to find out the meaning of life instead of living it.

Our cerebrum is stuffed with too many ideas, too many philosohical questions and endless desires. If we hav esimple desires, attainble and achievabvle and if we worlk up to meed them or fulfill them How simple our life will be.

But caught up with insatiable desires we get lost in a labrynth.

I do not mean you do not be inventive. You must explore and work hard but there must be kind of inncence the kind children live in. They play games and the game matters and they get totally absorbed unmindful of what is going around. But we can not immersed in works. We have endless desires and dreams. We must lmit them.

The worst thing man lives is the disilusion of ideology. Ideology gets you nowhere but in whirlpool of confusion. No religion can rescue you. No idelogy not even ideas of materilism and spiritualism help you.

Man is God and our service is our worship and if we do it properly for oourselves and for the rest of others life will e beutiful and we will have moments of fulfilment at all times.

[blazeofglory]

Why am I the way I am? The way I chat with you, value things the way I do, and see things from a particular perspective. But why? Who accounts for all this? All of you may have the same answer. It is totally the environment you have grown up with.

Then do we behave in a pattern the way computers are programmed? This is a very intricate question indeed. Materialists have this notion of things. Elements are in flux and there is for eternity friction in nature and with mutative forces some new events emerge thru millennia. Man is an episode amid a billion beings and a complex one indeed.

They wind up asserting man is a sheer biochemical being with a quiver, a tremor, a shudder. And there was nothing to determine his destiny and nothing will remain of him then after. Like ripples or bubbles life ends with this.

This is how schools of Materialism define man.

But you and I have a second opinion and can agree but in part on this. Materialists limit us to things and we do not choose to get defined or confined within their parameters.

Both materialists and idealists have limitations and we centrifuge from there and rove beyond boundaries.

In the making of the man I am it is in part the environment I am in and something indefinable account for. I reflect what I get in thru gates of sensory organs or I am a mirror to reflect what I receive but there are other faculties which are beyond our domains of comprehension. Maybe God or some celestial forces or powers that predetermine our courses.
What powers us in point of fact is yet a mystery to solve.

One thing I live with conviction is there is some source that justifies the making of what we are and that life does not wind up death.
As a matter of fact I can not I can not hold that death concludes life.
There are some dimensions of truth that are yet to be explored and science is bound to go within bounds of set ideas.

Let us break the shell of set ideas and explore into deeper of realism keeping aside veneers of patterns and think independently.
Perhaps truth to be told to you.
Maybe not.

But it is worth questioning.
That is how tradition goes on and on.
We can not break fully even in part we can.

[blazeofglory]

We wonder at the beuaty of nature. Philosphers misconstrue it: nature is full of chaos and there is no harmony and order.

I totally disagree with all who claim nature is disorderly set and there is no consciousness and it is inanimate. All these are flawed statements.

Nature is impeccibly harmonious. There is order and this is as animate as a living newly born human body and as alive as a newly born baby.

Philosophers mystyify it and stonify it.

Nirvana is to see nature beyond veneers and be at one with.

To be able to integrate our selves intto nature and to immerse into this eternity is enlightment

Then what else is enlightment?

[blazeofglory]

Art reflects and replicates life. Science and technology opens to us multitudes of comforts and eases us to sail over the ocean of life, and help us to assail forces that barricades the course of life.

All of us are in society, clustered in tribes or communities. Questions may arise: what enabled us to live in perfect and mutual relationship in big and bulging cities now. Now I can communicate to you across many boundaries, geographical, political, linguistic and the rest of things. All these impediments are overcome and I am so much at home to communicate with you despite the fact that yours and mine are totally different backgrounds, polars apart in fact . I am a Nepali and speak a different language and I feel confident and comfortable to speak and write in several languages living in my own small city. I read world literature and classics and well read in both oriental and western literature and philosophy. How? It is through the development of science and technology. Now technology is penetrating deeper and deeper into all most all sections of society irregardless of which domains hold them .

As such we can not ignore the fact that science and technology has enhanced our realms of knowledge and experiences manifold. I could not have access to western philosophy and literature in the same degree and extent the way I do have with technology now.

Yet literature and philosophy do something science and technology can not do at all. Science gives you all conveneicnes and comforts. Your life is easier now multifold compared with your forefathers. But I doubt we are better off philosophically at understanding the meaning of life.

Life is complex. I do not believe I know a little better than about the meaning of life than an illitrate peasant on the farm in Asia or in Africa. I am amazed at the mystery of life equally the way he is there in that remote locale. I have many people and books of philosophy and literature. They simply o give explanations or assumptions or make surmises but they are not sure of what they impart.
However, literature and science boost and proliferate our ranges of knowledge no doubt and they intensify our sensibilities.

Literature and philosophy are mainly focused on life. Now we are so much glued to them that they have been integral to us and living without them has been virtually unthinkable to us.

I am just sharing ideas. Right or wrong I am not the judge.

[blazeofglory]

Writers, mostly do write about things that they see cursorily and perfunctorily and they do not go beyond the observed, and that does not make their writings, profound. They express social phenomena and events. There are events un-addressed and uncovered by medias, and some mental chambers of human beings.
Things go unsaid, and un-manifest and remain layered. Macabre events, and things that are performed under behind closed doors more often than not do no t become the sum and substance of writers. Maybe these things go unknown infinitely. Here the point is a writer must be investigative and must delve into realms unplumbed ordinarily by common folks.

Things happen in domains beyond our imagination and there are gruesome grotesques in rooms. We can see them if we can perforate a hole through a roof.

A writer must have an antennal mind, that is to say like a an insect who uses its antena to see things existing distantly and in the same respect a writer must use his antenna to perceive things beyond the perceived.

This entails the fact that a writer must be a seer. Of course he is one, and he is often likened to God, for both are creators.

Writers and poets are not always manifest.

Kafka, Dostoevsky are of that domain of writers, and Shakespeare too, for his Hamlet is a masterpiece, tour de force the world has been given.

Human beings are in fact funny creatures, live with many standards, on standard he keeps for society, one for his family members, one for his private self.

Observe him privately the way he is in essence from a Freudian perspective, he will do the undoable, ethically speaking, untouched by taboos, morals and mores.

See him from a Marxian angle, he is a political creature and if go unreined in, he will be a brute capitalist or if he does not protest or do not succumb to revolution he will be a proletariat and will die untimely.

Observe him through a religious corner he is a moral being always set to realize his self.

There are many dimensions through which we can observe human beings.

A writer can start with being honest to himslef prior to being to the world, and to be honest to oneself is to pour-out what one undergoes or is the range and depth of thought he is capable of thinking.

A man can have multiple motives, at times he may live with even murderous motives. All these primitive motives are supressed and can not surface, for our senses of morality and ethics have pressed them down. But they are there, and come out at times, and that is why there is violence.

Everyone has that motive and this must be the subject matter of a writer.

[blazeofglory]

There are too many things to do in life. I want to fulfill too many desires at the same time. It is not possible to do all. And therefore I choose to do things that has more utility and fulfill our desires to a certain extent.

For instance, I want to read every good book ever published. I can not do it for I have a constraint of time and limits of resources.

One of the writers whose works I repeatedly read is Khalil Gibran. He gives me a different feeling and in fact a mystic feeling. I read his the Prophet many times and I still do, for it is a fountainhead of inspiraion.

Sufi poems, zen stories, the Veda, the Bible are really great sources I resource myself with.

I read other books too. Kafka, Dostoevsky, Sartre, Tolstoy are my favorites.

Books are not enough in life. To understand life we have to do other things. meditation is really revealing. I meditate everyday and it has been years not a single day got wasted without mediation.

Long walks, without company, all alone measuring distances on weekends is one of my pass time. This too becomes a source of inspiration. It gives me flashes of vision. I cover much space, and choose to go afield for hours scaling mountains, tiring myself. I pass through cornfields, paddy fields, and come across people o different genres. I observe phenomena while walking and while observing a panorama of sense and different people.

All observed deeply and profoundly I return a little liberated and inspired.