"God Does Not Like To Play Dice– Sir Albert Einstein"
First things first. I do not even deserve an apology for this inexplicable hiatus of (I have frankly lost track) about twenty months. There are some things in life which just happen without poise and rhythm, which take you on a journey from the physical to the metaphysical to the emotional to the imaginary realms of your mind. And giving vent to my thoughts is something I would never ever do with a divided sense of purpose. That said, my inability to bring myself back for this long reflects on my weakness.
There are myriad tiny little truths hidden all over the universe. Human beings are severely stunted by the frequencies which they can listen to. Science tells us that we operate between the infra red and the ultra violet. But what is beyond this spectrum is so powerful, that even an intelligible discussion often ends up in a whirlpool of contradictions. I cannot ignore the strong strands of bondage between philosophy and physics. Take for example this person……
She was a small girl, very cute and naughty; belonging to a breed of never-say-dies’ who always had trouble understanding why human beings accept life as is. She could neither fathom why the amazing colors on the butterflies could not be painted on the white twinkling starts in the evening sky nor convince herself why the sweet smell of the first drops of rain touching the thirsty grains of sand could not be blended with the distant fragrance of the bunch of jasmine flowers that adorned her teacher’s silky hair. It was a strange world, she used to think; with Mother Nature showering so many cryptic clues so close to a stunted mind. She did not know what it was, neither was she least bothered; but she could faintly make out that she was not as smart as her friends in school.
But strange are the ways contours are drawn in this wonderland. The pillars of support that we thrive upon in our innocent childhood, on occasions, is our biggest weakness….. diluting our creativity. This angel did not have any support to look up to. She was born alone and grew alone. She started out as the tiniest skeptic that the Supreme Power trembled to see. The strength of her sharp questions to her Conscience was so massive that it often resulted in self destruction – of love, tenderness and patience. I was not surprised at all. After all, we all know Andy Du’frein and as he likes to say – Lumps of coal become diamonds, with just two variables – Time and Pressure. Yes, lots of time.. and lots of pressure…. And you get a stone so strong that it can cut almost anything apart clean.
Oh yes, she was abrasive…. All the way… to herself especially ….
And then one day, a miracle happened. She had a dream …. It was not normal…. All she could see was pungent colors mixing intricately with each other to form a concentrated mass of white light. They came from everywhere….. every part of this universe….. from directions that she didn’t even know about… from dimensions that she could not relate to…
Then Lo and Behold! The most amazing sight she had ever witnessed…. She could see a time series of events nicely threaded upon one behind another like a string of beads…. And she could see more beads… all interwoven and forming a sphere of infinite complexity …. I would not give a word to what she was… partly because there is no language which can capture that and partly because we humans tend to relate what we hear to the past… this was revolutionary…. She could touch the beads and alter their course … just like the line of ants she used to envy for their gift of conformance and how they used to run helter-skelter when she diverted even one tiny little ant on their long line. She could not hear anything nor see anything worldly after that. The doctors said her heart stopped functioning hours before she even started dreaming. But her brain was fully functional. A phenomenon that they could not understand… Her eyes were open… they saw what no one could even place it …. And she smiled… her sweet lips just curving a wee bit…. With her eyelashes batting one last time…
She did not know religion.. nor philosophy .. nor spirituality…. All she did was to chase her dreams… And here we are… bundles of logic connected by calcium and flesh, pretending to make this world a better place to live for our progeny… I wish I could trade those dreams for this curse called intellect and reason… and maybe… go beyond all the bondages to the next plane … I feel tired and weak…..
