Showing posts with label Truth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Truth. Show all posts

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Squared by a Cube !

Honestly, I cannot think of why, I named this blog this, it's been part of my id for a long long time and now i cannot recollect why's and why not's of this blog and most importantly why i made it in the first place, If i had to keep it hollow, I'd rather look at myself in the mirror, maybe everybody should, to know why things are, the morning, on the way to the abode of food, in the murky waters of the rain left over by the neglect of the municipal sewerage system, through the footsteps of limping dogs, staining the sidewalks, people walking out of a prayer hall after a day's worth of prayers hauled at the effigy on the cross, with sarees circling the head, the old looking at the other old and wishing for the circle of the dead, I wondered what if, what if
People could know what other people thought
I concluded that if that ever happens, people would be scared, to the bone, to the every single length of depth that life can offer, maybe it's a gift that we cannot see our face, be a third person in our very own conversation and look at ourself and wonder, "that's me". I guess it's for the best that the eyes cannot look at their own self or half of the conversations in the world would not have finished, half is a statistical guess, the realistic one would be "all of conversations", as I slowly insisted to myself, that such an incident would not lead to anywhere but one to oneself for introspection and doubt, doubt leads one to chaos and letting it happen is to put oneself out of the chaotic corner of comfort and being free, even if it means for a while. I always wondered, how it will sound to someone, would it be weird, would it be absolute madness that one has to worry about, eventually, it'll all come back to one and only thing and that'll be you. I dont know the best part of being yourself, but surely, the best part makes itself prominent in conversations, specially of the sarcastic nature, conversations like these help one to identify oneself, make him look at himself and wonder.

But if you want to do that, I don't think you would want to know the thoughts or the rationale behind logic, logic would not exist if what you believe in has it's implications and reasons well supported and accepted, but if that were the case, one would often get confused about the existence of logic, logic itself is a self derivative of the point that there exist reasons and beliefs based on reasons that one has to offer for anything/anyone, so logically, it would be illogical or rather a fallacy that shall prevail onto oneself and make oneself believe in the non existence of logic, understand ???? So complications that arise out of reason and treason with oneself is mostly the result of logic, had there been no such thing, there would not be a decision, there would not be a fact, speaking of fact, I recall this
There are no facts, only interpretations - Friedrich Nietzsche

The truth behind that line shatters the very existence of you and me, well, atleast to an extent, the fact being there are no facts (based on Nietzsche's thought process) let's us assume/derive a necessary belief into one/everything that we do and believe in, which could offer some respite to the person who would not want to be complicated with the issues that life has to offer, so there would be no complications, there would be no thoughts, there would be no logic, but there would still exist curiosity, curiosity did not kill the cat, stupidity did, if it really were curiosity, I would've proposed a level of logic and it's interpretations following the curiosity that the cat had about whatever, nevertheless, to see each thing exist within it's own vicinity and believing that each organism, individual and it's boundary are impregnable would plunge us into a further doubt about what else would it all be? Would it mean that there exists an area, a frontier, a horizon that is unreachable or does it mean that the area/frontier/horizon is defensive? It could probably mean nothing, but again, to derive the inner meaning of life and it's daily events that embroil the humane spirit into believing, comprehending, opinion'ating, deriving, strengthening, propagating and finally disbelieving.

So, in short, I'd say, I'll sum it all up with

"There's no possible sum up, when you talk of yourself with the reason, belief or logic, there's possibly nothing that can co-exist together, there's just illogical illusions that help the world turn and live through"