It's truly difficult to comprehend how life gets in to a living being and how audacious it seems to be when it decides to stay there for a long sojourn and an apprehensive detour. Life can be shortened but time can't. Slowly, everything gets under the rein of time and humans get enslaved. A thin sheet of anonymity lies between life and death and every other second, a person longs to get on the other side. There are possibilities that a human in his short course of correct lifetime, will learn to skip and get back too. We don't remember the most beautiful and the most secured part of our life and that nine months can't be analyzed physically or by any scientific way. During that time, death mattered not an iota at all and that was not because it was vague or unsophisticated, but because when a breathing being is left to muster for itself, it can get persuasively tough to do so but when that being is imprisoned in some stranger's womb for nine months time, that means giving up death and embracing nascent life.
The words that will follow now have rolled through my blank room of mind with no reason at all, and they can easily be discarded as germs of irresolute wisdom!
The other times when I realize the benefits of life and breathing, in particular, are the times when I see that for no reason, there are umpteen varieties of foolery around and that fear of baloney has nothing to do with anyone else but due to my own sweet self. None of my rationality can save me from impending chastity and hopeful comeuppance and meantime, I get to know my worth and my dying aspiration's worth and my lung's worth.
More than half of time I've been alive, I tend to derange my life with obnoxious knock of infidel trust in death. Death can cover its blanket anytime. It won't adhere to anyone's command. It is still, stagnant, calm and efficient. It will do its deed anyhow. It doesn't need to be restrained or reviled. It will go on and on and on, like it always has, trying to leverage against the ratio of life on Earth. It is getting close to its destination where it will be on par with life.
Humans have always made a mockery of their ways by trying to subjugate things that are at greater might than their own reclusive erudition. Cavemen to modern day scientists have tried, in their best way, to go through nuances of death and what causes it to augment its superiority over any prostrating character on face of ground. Illness, malady, curse, benign disease, sadness and depression are some of the beginners of this play. Once they set into motion, drama enacts and life loses its battle one moment at a time. Nowhere in the near history or far future will there be such collision between knowledge and ignorance, knowledge of knowing that we are ignorant and we are ballistic about our shortcomings, even though most of the times, we start wondering are we that deep neck in disillusion. Nobody can help or scourge what we are up to and no one can calmly get us back to enlightenment.
We have wasted more than of our history in finding and naming and pleasing a GOD that never existed. Fear can be called the mother of this GOD. Men from times unknown have tried to subdue reasoning and act impulsive under the so called instinct of survival. In that way, animals have scored better and have evolved in a more ingenuous manner, making them resistant to environmental changes and other survival criteria. Religion was born of this cacophony and this theism, deism and ultimately sexism can all be let attributable to GOD. In the first place, there was nothing and in the last place too, there is nothing but the vacuum is filled with anonymous rituals which culminated into religions, some pagan, some outright orthodox and some puritanical! Whatever the process, the result has been far more disappointing than anticipated. Religion is personal to humans, that's just like any other belonging be it materialistic or memorial, one gets instigated with its undue usurpation either in the form of blasphemy or heretic questioning.
Who are we decide who is our master, who are we to denunciate the reasons for his or her or its existence. How many of us are going to surpass the yardstick of longevity and enter eternity. How many of us will not be judged on malicious weights of doubt. What importance does goodness hold against the evil that perpetuated since time unknown? These are questions and these are very vague not only in its output but also in its intricate irrationality. Who on the face of this earth has entered and left with not a stain of due misappropriation of guilt or undoing? Not even a single person, not even Jesus, not even Buddha, not even no one. That's the reason why I find the very quest for GOD a futile attempt at innocuous waste of time. No one is answerable to anyone and everyone understands it appropriately yet tries to defend their right of knowledge with eloquent inquiry. All words spoken are not to be accepted as final frontier of context. Every has to be refined and put in the pot of debate and if democracy is what they say is the best form of government then what about majority idiots ruling while the minority recipients waiting for their voice to be heard.
Enclosure is a prison which needs no slammer to justify its presence and all bondage, small or big, definite or indefinite has to go through trial, a verdict to be passed, gradually, and often in the righteous side. Nowhere do we see the sun rising slowly or in laze. Each sun and each bird chirping in its welcome is a sign of freedom that can't be vindicated, either by force or by emotion. Certain people give up their freedom to choose just because of their ultimate depth in their faith and that's where all the incessant murkiness starts to culminate. Freedom can be impugned to some extent but curtailing it will produce the very same effect it does, as shown in reluctant history; claustrophobic captivity.
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