zealous_guy
11-23-2007, 11:10 AM
This is inspired by the post "I AM YOU, THE DIVISION IS AN ILLUSION" by BLAZEOFGLORY
Blaze spoke my heart out. Division is an illusion, no doubt, and we awe in the very illusion, of division, of existence, of creation and of life, and of all that irony is, the answer lies not far but within each of us.
Existence has been by far the biggest question that every one is looking for, the quest that, it seems,every man tries to unearth and eventually surmount 'life'.
From time unknown, man has questioned existence. Along came religion attributing everything to an ideal omnipotent and omnipresent "god". And, the Bible and the Koran and the Gita and the Vedas and the Tripitaka..... all came along.
The Bible: the world is geocentric. The sun moves around the earth in a perfectly circular orbit. Circular indicates symmetry.
brave Galileo and Copernicus: the world is heliocentric. The earth moves round the sun in elliptical orbits.
And, this is the most popular flaw in religion that man has been noticing. And, man has started becoming cynical of the very existance. Atheists are growing in number and have a faith that science can explain everything.
And, science, when puts forward a new discovery, faces a ton of other questions to answer. So, what indeed is the purpose of human existance? Is it to search for every answer?
Heaven? What is heaven? However powerful a telescope that exists has not traced what religion claims is heaven. And however deep into the earth we go, all we get of the fiery Hell is nothing but the hot liquid core.
And, god. What is god? Is it a being looking at us from somewhere, the saviour?
Throughout history, questions have raised? Powerful questions. If god exists, why is "god" not saving us from every bit of pain and agony, wars and bombs. Why is he being a Nero in the sky, watching the world burn. Why is god not overlooking the serious matters of global warming or Nuclear breakdown? Does it matter to god?
Where is my existence? That is the question that makes me sleepless in sleep. What is my purpose? My goal. My ultimate quest. My dreams, are they dreams that are never meant to be? Will a vehicle hit me tomorrow and, suddenly every book I studied, every dream I dreamt, every tear I cried, and smile I smiled, every person I loved, every road I walked, every grass I tamperedd upon, every breath I took.... everything.... would it be vain?
Vanity is the word I fear most. So, this is not my religiousness, it is my fear. Lurks inside me, though I know everything must come to an end. It is the very basis of life. Existence. We came out of nothing, and it is to nothing that we will disappear. What use is of the bull**** fame and glory and every imprint and mark we leave on the face of the earth. What is the use of saying "the earth moves round the sun" or pondering over whether it was chicken that came first or the egg.
My heart is racing through two different extremities, optimism and pessimism. Light and Dark. Life and Death.
I am tired. If all that is to be me after I die is dust in the wind, or not even that, why do I labour so hard to be "learned" and to "earn money". Everything is illusory, even life. Love is illusory where to hearts promise forever. Be real. There is no forever. Do not claim to know what happened to Laila and Majnu. I assure you, they aren't happily making love in heaven.
God is in knowing oneself. The peak of joy in oneself. Energy. The energy you never know you possess. The energy hidden inside you. Prepare yourself for the day you will have to leap a huge leap like Hanuman did, over oceans and mountains.
What is the soul? and the self? and the body? and the mind?
What do you call yourself? By your name? Is that you? By your status? I hate that word. By your accomplisments? By what you are known? Who is J.K. Rowling. The lady who became a billionaire by writing the Harry Potter series. What else. But who is the person inside J.K. Rowling. Does it even have a name.
Whatever attempts does science make to look into existence, all it can ever find is matter. The matter which is same in you and me, in the air and seas, winds and storms, dust and sand, rain and snow, bricks and wood, glass and fire. But, what science cant explain is feeling. Because feeling isn't matter. There is no antimatter for feeling. Feeling a.k.a. life - liveliess, is the ultimate asymmetry. Its not that I made a discovery. It has always been there, flawing human minds. And, feeling is what everybody has is different.
Our greatest glory lies in not learning what the world is but it is in learning what we are, and not in what difference we can make to the world, but in what difference do we make to ourselves. And, I am not self-centered. God is impotent. We are self-potent.
Learn who you are. I will learn who I am. That is the biggest miracle we are yet to amuse in.
For years I have lived and I have been filled with bull****. All I want is to get all that out of me and know me. Not know the Big Bang or if god exists or not. I want to know me. Know my existence.
And learn to, sleep in my sleep.
Blaze spoke my heart out. Division is an illusion, no doubt, and we awe in the very illusion, of division, of existence, of creation and of life, and of all that irony is, the answer lies not far but within each of us.
Existence has been by far the biggest question that every one is looking for, the quest that, it seems,every man tries to unearth and eventually surmount 'life'.
From time unknown, man has questioned existence. Along came religion attributing everything to an ideal omnipotent and omnipresent "god". And, the Bible and the Koran and the Gita and the Vedas and the Tripitaka..... all came along.
The Bible: the world is geocentric. The sun moves around the earth in a perfectly circular orbit. Circular indicates symmetry.
brave Galileo and Copernicus: the world is heliocentric. The earth moves round the sun in elliptical orbits.
And, this is the most popular flaw in religion that man has been noticing. And, man has started becoming cynical of the very existance. Atheists are growing in number and have a faith that science can explain everything.
And, science, when puts forward a new discovery, faces a ton of other questions to answer. So, what indeed is the purpose of human existance? Is it to search for every answer?
Heaven? What is heaven? However powerful a telescope that exists has not traced what religion claims is heaven. And however deep into the earth we go, all we get of the fiery Hell is nothing but the hot liquid core.
And, god. What is god? Is it a being looking at us from somewhere, the saviour?
Throughout history, questions have raised? Powerful questions. If god exists, why is "god" not saving us from every bit of pain and agony, wars and bombs. Why is he being a Nero in the sky, watching the world burn. Why is god not overlooking the serious matters of global warming or Nuclear breakdown? Does it matter to god?
Where is my existence? That is the question that makes me sleepless in sleep. What is my purpose? My goal. My ultimate quest. My dreams, are they dreams that are never meant to be? Will a vehicle hit me tomorrow and, suddenly every book I studied, every dream I dreamt, every tear I cried, and smile I smiled, every person I loved, every road I walked, every grass I tamperedd upon, every breath I took.... everything.... would it be vain?
Vanity is the word I fear most. So, this is not my religiousness, it is my fear. Lurks inside me, though I know everything must come to an end. It is the very basis of life. Existence. We came out of nothing, and it is to nothing that we will disappear. What use is of the bull**** fame and glory and every imprint and mark we leave on the face of the earth. What is the use of saying "the earth moves round the sun" or pondering over whether it was chicken that came first or the egg.
My heart is racing through two different extremities, optimism and pessimism. Light and Dark. Life and Death.
I am tired. If all that is to be me after I die is dust in the wind, or not even that, why do I labour so hard to be "learned" and to "earn money". Everything is illusory, even life. Love is illusory where to hearts promise forever. Be real. There is no forever. Do not claim to know what happened to Laila and Majnu. I assure you, they aren't happily making love in heaven.
God is in knowing oneself. The peak of joy in oneself. Energy. The energy you never know you possess. The energy hidden inside you. Prepare yourself for the day you will have to leap a huge leap like Hanuman did, over oceans and mountains.
What is the soul? and the self? and the body? and the mind?
What do you call yourself? By your name? Is that you? By your status? I hate that word. By your accomplisments? By what you are known? Who is J.K. Rowling. The lady who became a billionaire by writing the Harry Potter series. What else. But who is the person inside J.K. Rowling. Does it even have a name.
Whatever attempts does science make to look into existence, all it can ever find is matter. The matter which is same in you and me, in the air and seas, winds and storms, dust and sand, rain and snow, bricks and wood, glass and fire. But, what science cant explain is feeling. Because feeling isn't matter. There is no antimatter for feeling. Feeling a.k.a. life - liveliess, is the ultimate asymmetry. Its not that I made a discovery. It has always been there, flawing human minds. And, feeling is what everybody has is different.
Our greatest glory lies in not learning what the world is but it is in learning what we are, and not in what difference we can make to the world, but in what difference do we make to ourselves. And, I am not self-centered. God is impotent. We are self-potent.
Learn who you are. I will learn who I am. That is the biggest miracle we are yet to amuse in.
For years I have lived and I have been filled with bull****. All I want is to get all that out of me and know me. Not know the Big Bang or if god exists or not. I want to know me. Know my existence.
And learn to, sleep in my sleep.