The
Mysteries of life have learnt to suspend us between the spheres of reality and
nothingness... The complications of no life have imbued restlessness in most,
who devote thinking time to grasp the essence of not existing; of dying; of
death. Most times, the consciousness of our existence is gradual, but in some
other instances, it is likened to the big bang; so sudden and automatic. In no
time, the feeling of "being", then becomes saddled with a crave-load
of knowledge-hunt. Questions, certainly the basis for research, crop up in
their numbers like weeds that feed on fertilizers. We realize, we are all
renowned researchers, harping on our natural prowess of question-asking, but
getting valid answers remain a feat, a great undertaken most turn into a feud with
nature. At the end, the scenario painted is summarized thus: we came, we asked,
and we were more confounded!
As
Communication Experts say man cannot not communicate, I posit that man's
communication both with the physical and the non-physical has a greater
percentage tending towards questioning. So, man cannot not question, inquire;
require answers to mammoth number of uncertainties. The plethora of compounded
meanings and meaningless gibberish all around impoverish our quest and tarnish
the image of our very innermost.
Extinguish in me this fire
With yes, no and whys which I inquire
To acquire this status: Self’s Sire
A
lot of pain, despair and hopelessness saturates the atmosphere. People ponder,
wonder and wander, searching desperately for satisfying answers. Yet, the
answer is simple, the solution, easy. The complexity is an over looked
simplicity in disguise. What is this? Stop searching... Or ask just to have
words to ask more. The more you ask, you learn to manage greater confusion.
Certainly you can't have answers until you are no longer YOU.
