An act of Creation
Of all things which permeate my life , it will be essentially the act of creating which will be my be all and end all. It will be the fabric of my constitution.
Creation. this word has a strange aura to it. It means something far more than anything, or any word. What this word signifies is the essence of humanity. True there are a lot of words which hold a great degree of importance but it is in this word that there seems something which is rather brought into being. Its existence is fathomed. All the things around us have been created at some point in time or the other.
What will i create ?? Anything and everything, anything which my heart desires and everything which my mind can conceptualize, it can be anything , absolutely anything.
from writing a sonnet to building an aircraft. anything, it can take me to the realms of science or the labyrinths of culture.
What is it ?? As my part of being what I am able to be .. I have pondered upon a lot of things, in the process questioning ideals and ethics of the people and with the same precision and ferociousness dissecting my ideals and ethic too.
Its rather a tedious process of finding those leanings inside anyone, of finding that spark, that fulcrum, its like finding a point that precise point on a big rock, where, one hit, splits it into two. Not only you have to know where to hit but also how to hit.
Hence before going into this inquiry, it d be pertinent if I talk about my tools, and how I use them. Mostly I start with myself, and start with not what I like, but what I do not like. Then
I see and base them with certain universal necessities. Also sometimes I formulate things at the spur of the moment which have always had a structure which corresponds to my being. Its mostly imagining what can be the possiblity.
At times its incubation of ideas or to the same extent of questions which then produce an idea. But most of the times its curiosity, a high for knowing things unknown. it might not necessarily has to be something very very new, something as old can also be congruent to one's desire for unknown.
I will not discuss what i don't like because it will involve giving importance to things which really do not warrant such attention as I realize what I dislike are not non-living things but living things, their traits and deviances. I do not, dislike an object, but that thought process that made it. Mostly I deal with thought processes and that spells my battlefield. Suffice it is to end it here.
There is one more thing which I can talk about ,.. about myself.
Change
To able to put something like this in its correct perspective, it would be perhaps, in a decent sense, that I put it's stimulus, of how I view it, along with it.(change)
I ll start with people, society, and its dictates.
People tell me all the time, you are not consistent with what you do, you do it well about after a time, you seem to lose your drive(slow down, wary) and go on to something else, well, thats how people see it, but i see it to be a beautiful thing, and what their understanding does escape the fact that I am consistent in my inconsistencies.
When i come to think about it, its alchemy.
Change .. is the essence of things. It is the most important thing, atleast, where we humans are concerned. Nothing has remained still since the time you were born, till the time you die. Its still a beautiful thing to be still, and I would not deny it, its glory. That comes under the part of how to act. Sometimes the clam of seas have the most annihilating of storms beneath it.
So I am changing but still at the same time, I have a log of my changes in my mental as well as my motor.
This is change for me and the most simple way I can elucidate on its intent is that I love life. I love it and I cant possible thank whomsoever I have to thank much, to have been bestowed upon this blessing.
My way is something only few can try, hell, in all the centuries which have come, and all the centuries which will go, humanity will progress, man will be a better animal, but this will stay, not because the other is bad, but because just the other is always bad.
I cannot also rob the fact that man's ability to work like ants, endlessly and tirelessly one by one, like a cog in a machine, of its glory. Clearly its something which made it possible as I type this thing on a machine, and storing it on something virtual, like this web mail(and its growing all the time.. any guesses ??) ;-)
In todays world, it would be wrong to say or to talk about individuals or collective, of what their ramifications and limitations atleast with the animosity which entailed them simply because today its not at all related to the just an individual or the collective. There are somethings which collective can do really really amazingly and somethings only the individual can do. to shortcharge one at the cost of other is simply bad understanding which produces unnecessary conflict. also we have to be better individuals, we ll become better collective automatically.
Coming back to me ... as you must ve noticed this .. the whole debate of individual vs collective is also one of my certain stimulus. and its because of primarily this debate that my foundation came into existence though at that time i synonymied the collective with system. I was in school and its where I came close to the inadequecies of working in a group. later
I also read Ayn Rand ( towards the later part of my senior high)
to be continued)