Its one of those times, you hear a word, Move Mountains to find its meaning and it is so worth your efforts that you decide to write an entire article on it!
Culs-de-sac (plural of Cul-de-sac), a French word implying ‘dead ends’.
My state of mind right now is an inextricable ordeal. When you have repeated failures you know exactly where your life is heading.
The surety of impending disappointment and destruction of all that creation has in store for you is daunting yet comforting in an odd way.
The tribulation begins when you suddenly have a brief stint with success. You can not gauge your life and your dreams are exaggerated by your delirious disposition.
For a little while you assume the role of a winner. You believe in yourself and optimism, the word.
You then apply your mind to other things that are going wrong in your life in a vain attempt to rub some of the winner luck onto them.
You fail.
You now assume that it was a small failure and blame it on what people call procrastination or lack of hard work on your part. You are still stubborn enough to try victory at other areas of your failed life.
You fail again.
You start to think, even doubt your temperament a little. But you go fishing again!
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And it’s now that you realize that your life repudiates the success you want to define it to be.
You might as well change your definitions.
Now you repent. You even unleash the occasional fury upon whoever let you have that successful stint in the first place.
How predictable life is with failures.
So tranquil that it almost seems successful….
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Morphing into machines?
"We’d be so less fragile
If we’re made from metal
And our hearts from iron
And our minds from steel
And if we built an armor
For our tender bodies
Could we love each other
Would we stop to feel…"
Accepting an argument succumbing us to a life as machines would be paying heed to the hypothesis that the human mind could ever create something as complicated as itself. Not only is it a paradox but also an absurd concept.
Let me tell you something about the human mind. We assume that the mind like our body is finite . The day we die, our mind disintegrates. We often define humanity in the physical finite sense which is the greatest contradiction.
The mind is what makes us human. The fact is in due time, the mind will find a way to preserve it self. Refrigeration in super critical conditions is an onset to what miracles are to come. Once the mind does that, it allows for the infinite to finally occur and give definition to itself.
Have you ever wondered why is it, that man is so bent on creating eternity for himself? Visualize this. Our brains are another superior world enslaving our bodies. The only purpose of the body is to assist the brain in creating other physical structures that might be able to out live the body that the brain currently occupies. The day our brains succeed in creating that physical being, there will be an end to the era of the human body! The time is not far away, when there will be a world, not inhabited by any man or machine, but by an array of brains and intelligence.
So I do believe that the human mind can conjure up, in time, a machine that will not only make the use of touch obsolete, but also end the era of instruction dependence on sensory organs of humans. This will be the birth of our minds controlling machines (the penultimate stage to the total brain reign).
So the paradox is, what do you define as human?
Maybe as we near the era of machines we aren’t a step further, but in fact a step closer to defining what humanity really is, devoid of its physical limitations!
If we’re made from metal
And our hearts from iron
And our minds from steel
And if we built an armor
For our tender bodies
Could we love each other
Would we stop to feel…"
Accepting an argument succumbing us to a life as machines would be paying heed to the hypothesis that the human mind could ever create something as complicated as itself. Not only is it a paradox but also an absurd concept.
Let me tell you something about the human mind. We assume that the mind like our body is finite . The day we die, our mind disintegrates. We often define humanity in the physical finite sense which is the greatest contradiction.
The mind is what makes us human. The fact is in due time, the mind will find a way to preserve it self. Refrigeration in super critical conditions is an onset to what miracles are to come. Once the mind does that, it allows for the infinite to finally occur and give definition to itself.
Have you ever wondered why is it, that man is so bent on creating eternity for himself? Visualize this. Our brains are another superior world enslaving our bodies. The only purpose of the body is to assist the brain in creating other physical structures that might be able to out live the body that the brain currently occupies. The day our brains succeed in creating that physical being, there will be an end to the era of the human body! The time is not far away, when there will be a world, not inhabited by any man or machine, but by an array of brains and intelligence.
So I do believe that the human mind can conjure up, in time, a machine that will not only make the use of touch obsolete, but also end the era of instruction dependence on sensory organs of humans. This will be the birth of our minds controlling machines (the penultimate stage to the total brain reign).
So the paradox is, what do you define as human?
Maybe as we near the era of machines we aren’t a step further, but in fact a step closer to defining what humanity really is, devoid of its physical limitations!
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Chronicles of the Psychedelic Reality VOL 1: My MUSINGS ON GRASS Chapter 3
Its night, but the sky has a mind of its own…
It isn’t black with stars, today it is blue, gray white with ripples like an ocean!
I want to see it and take it in…
Suddenly it seems painted and static…
Now I am falling to it...but now I am stuck mid way, hanging…almost able to touch it…I can almost feel the canvas, the oil colors, uneven surface...its rough but smooth...its like i am touching plaster of Paris...it isn't wet..i can taste the colors...the blues are cold...i can feel my cold breath...i want to breath with my mouth for sometime...the clouds are moving now, it seems someone dropped water on the painting and its trickling down…but its slow…very slow, maybe their gravity is lower than ours…
Now it looks like a sea..I can see a ship sinking in a whirlpool..
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The sky has changed now...My sky is punctured…I seem wrapped in silver foil with a tiny opening…or am I in a pressure cooker?
Is god a cook? That’s demeaning; he should be more than jus one talent.
Has he been feeding us with food and knowledge just to make us juicy enough for dinner?
Alien abductions are god’s way of checking if the food is done!! Pick up one person, lick and put back…those who are done comprise of the unexplained disappearances!
Our days are spent in his microwave and our nights in his fridge and the rest of the time on the table…probably thawing!
Earthquakes are his moving us and rains are condensing water droplets on the cooker lid! (at least humans got the condensation part right!)
God doesn’t buy new food…quite the miser.
Or maybe we are in an egg…some one punctured a tiny hole in us and broke the sides... we are still fetal but can see outside through the hole…the clouds are the cell fluid (was it cytoplasm?), protecting us. Everyday some one comes to check inside the egg with a torch and moves the torch around from our east to west. Maybe they don’t have randomness in their world.
The clouds are covering the moon now…are we healing?
It isn’t black with stars, today it is blue, gray white with ripples like an ocean!
I want to see it and take it in…
Suddenly it seems painted and static…
Now I am falling to it...but now I am stuck mid way, hanging…almost able to touch it…I can almost feel the canvas, the oil colors, uneven surface...its rough but smooth...its like i am touching plaster of Paris...it isn't wet..i can taste the colors...the blues are cold...i can feel my cold breath...i want to breath with my mouth for sometime...the clouds are moving now, it seems someone dropped water on the painting and its trickling down…but its slow…very slow, maybe their gravity is lower than ours…
Now it looks like a sea..I can see a ship sinking in a whirlpool..
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...
...
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...
...
The sky has changed now...My sky is punctured…I seem wrapped in silver foil with a tiny opening…or am I in a pressure cooker?
Is god a cook? That’s demeaning; he should be more than jus one talent.
Has he been feeding us with food and knowledge just to make us juicy enough for dinner?
Alien abductions are god’s way of checking if the food is done!! Pick up one person, lick and put back…those who are done comprise of the unexplained disappearances!
Our days are spent in his microwave and our nights in his fridge and the rest of the time on the table…probably thawing!
Earthquakes are his moving us and rains are condensing water droplets on the cooker lid! (at least humans got the condensation part right!)
God doesn’t buy new food…quite the miser.
Or maybe we are in an egg…some one punctured a tiny hole in us and broke the sides... we are still fetal but can see outside through the hole…the clouds are the cell fluid (was it cytoplasm?), protecting us. Everyday some one comes to check inside the egg with a torch and moves the torch around from our east to west. Maybe they don’t have randomness in their world.
The clouds are covering the moon now…are we healing?
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Chronicles of the Psychedelic Reality VOL 1: My MUSINGS ON GRASS Chapter 2
My reality, déjà vu and schizophrenia
Mental reality is faster than its physical counterpart.
I have traveled and lived all the physical potential I might have in this world. Visiting choices in my mind, I have experienced them indefinitely. Whatever my world has shown me, I have used to create multiple lives for my self, with infinite possibilities.
My physical body though, can only follow one reality.
At any present moment I send my mind in all directions to explore the infinite. But, as my body and mind are connected, my body is compelled to choose one of these directions to follow. It makes its choice on the basis of its environment and treads the most appealing path.
My body needs to meet up with my mind in some space to impart the necessary impulse for the mind to take off again. When my two realities (mental n physical) meet, they create an unimaginable yet veritable phenomenon. That’s déjà vu.
They are usually very mild and I don’t feel them in my life often, but some times when my reality (mental and physical) comes dangerously close to another mental possibility that did not take place, my reality is shaken and then the déjà vu is strongly felt!
Contrary to what I used to believe, my mind and body are co related. The mind is dependent on the body to follow and give life to possibility and create reality, while my body needs my mind to rush ahead and explore my choices and their implications.
If some day, my body decides that it doesn’t want to follow any mental possibility and refuses to move, my physical reality will come in contact with mental realities of other worlds around me and be crushed, making me believe in events that haven’t and will not exist.…
That is what people will call ‘schizophrenia’!
Mental reality is faster than its physical counterpart.
I have traveled and lived all the physical potential I might have in this world. Visiting choices in my mind, I have experienced them indefinitely. Whatever my world has shown me, I have used to create multiple lives for my self, with infinite possibilities.
My physical body though, can only follow one reality.
At any present moment I send my mind in all directions to explore the infinite. But, as my body and mind are connected, my body is compelled to choose one of these directions to follow. It makes its choice on the basis of its environment and treads the most appealing path.
My body needs to meet up with my mind in some space to impart the necessary impulse for the mind to take off again. When my two realities (mental n physical) meet, they create an unimaginable yet veritable phenomenon. That’s déjà vu.
They are usually very mild and I don’t feel them in my life often, but some times when my reality (mental and physical) comes dangerously close to another mental possibility that did not take place, my reality is shaken and then the déjà vu is strongly felt!
Contrary to what I used to believe, my mind and body are co related. The mind is dependent on the body to follow and give life to possibility and create reality, while my body needs my mind to rush ahead and explore my choices and their implications.
If some day, my body decides that it doesn’t want to follow any mental possibility and refuses to move, my physical reality will come in contact with mental realities of other worlds around me and be crushed, making me believe in events that haven’t and will not exist.…
That is what people will call ‘schizophrenia’!
Monday, November 02, 2009
Chronicles of the Psychedelic Reality VOL 1: MUSINGS ON GRASS Chapter 1
God, the Physicist
Consider a tree. Assume that the system of leaves, twigs and trunk isn’t what it appears to be. Maybe god wanted to save space and energy, so he made reality on both sides of the ground. The system of leaves and branches for us is their underground system of roots and our sky is their soil! They breathe dust and worship the core. They bathe in hot lava rivers and sleep in bright yellow nights. They are not people but they aren’t any less either.
When people die in our world, we bury them or their ashes are washed away, their bodies disintegrating into the ground mixed with our crust slowly pass over to the other side and are recreated in the world beneath our feet. Similarly, energies that are extinguished there are ‘born’ here in our world.
Death seemed like gods blunder to me. The energy of our life and soul never appeared recreated. Our infinite essence vanished with the limitations of our body.
But I guess god defines our ‘surrounding’ differently. It’s a balance between this world and the one beneath. Energies are conserved when both are taken into consideration.
And hence we finally explain what we assumed to be creation’s biggest paradox
Consider a tree. Assume that the system of leaves, twigs and trunk isn’t what it appears to be. Maybe god wanted to save space and energy, so he made reality on both sides of the ground. The system of leaves and branches for us is their underground system of roots and our sky is their soil! They breathe dust and worship the core. They bathe in hot lava rivers and sleep in bright yellow nights. They are not people but they aren’t any less either.
When people die in our world, we bury them or their ashes are washed away, their bodies disintegrating into the ground mixed with our crust slowly pass over to the other side and are recreated in the world beneath our feet. Similarly, energies that are extinguished there are ‘born’ here in our world.
Death seemed like gods blunder to me. The energy of our life and soul never appeared recreated. Our infinite essence vanished with the limitations of our body.
But I guess god defines our ‘surrounding’ differently. It’s a balance between this world and the one beneath. Energies are conserved when both are taken into consideration.
And hence we finally explain what we assumed to be creation’s biggest paradox
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