We've all heard about the eye of the tornado. The calmest, safest place to be in the event of a tornado. Completely secured from the tyranny of the monster. Then of course, there's the calm before the storm. The period of silence before the crack in the dam cannot hold itself together for a moment longer. But what about the calm after the storm has passed? The last two are very difficult to distinguish between. How do you know if the storm is yet to come? Or that the storm has gone? But somewhere amid all this confusion of storms coming and going, there's an eternal limbo that exists for a few moments. The mind simply becomes impervious to the onslaught from outside. It becomes easy to remove yourself from whatever's happening, all the upheaval. That's when know that you are in the eye of the storm. Move in any direction too much, and you'll get caught in the vortex. Stay. For these moments alone, it is best that you stay put. Agitation ain't worth the loss of energy. Blunt force only leaves you more mangled, more exhausted and stuck in sticky mess.
We often hear about moments of clarity, how important these are in life. The times when the waters are still, and it is easy to let go. When realization strikes that the best one can do, given the circumstances, is to take a back seat, and go with the flow. Like right now, there could be something troubling the mind. It could be any thing. It could be many things. But counting problems is not going to solve them, I suppose. And temper will only complicate things further. And so, you decide to watch the world pass by. Let the rage settle by itself, with out fighting rage itself. You see, that's the thing about the rage monster. The more you fight it, the more it fights back. The moment you stop giving two hoots about it, or even one for that matter, it gets bored and goes away by itself. It only sticks around as far as we keep ourselves in the picture. For instance, the moment I say that "I fear the rage monster is lurking around", the monster has someone to go and infest. And trust me, all of this that I happen to say is complete balls.
Are these realizations? Yes!
Are these of any good to anyone? Now that's anyone's guess.
Magically, the last two lines rhymed. Good shit!
But one thing for sure is that the ability to remove ourselves from a situation saves us from a lot of mess.
What I did realize is that there are going to be times when the attack from outside, and sometimes from inside, the relentless pounding of hard rains on the bleak looking window pane might make us question the integrity of what holds us together. But rarely do we doubt the certainty of the next moment. And even if we do, our doubt is not going to stop the next moment from coming. Or the moment after that. Okay, that went off on a tangent, I suppose. Chuck it.
I was speaking with a very close friend of mine a couple of days age. The call was over the internet. So I could hear him as if we were sitting in the same room, chatting, just like we did a couple of months ago. And those were probably the best months of my college life. No, those were certainly the best months that I spent in college. There's only one problem. This bugger, the close friend of mine, might read this like an idiot. And I'll have to spend a big chunk of my life hiding from him. Screw that. Thing is, during this hour-long conversation, my friend said something that struck me, hurt me, got me thinking, and kept me thinking for few moments. He said...
"Dude, all those times are over, right? Shit!"
I retorted saying "No, man. Those moments will forever stay alive in the past."
I had gotten that concept from Kurt Vonngut's Slaughterhouse Five. It's strange how nature has provided time the capacity to store and save all our collective conscience. It's like a perpetually working hard drive, everything archived in it. Just that our dimensional limitation keeps us from tapping into this eternal memory space.
Another thing I remember thinking about, now that the matter of "Dimentional limitation" has come back to my stream of thought is this...
As it is, I have a feeling that we are restricted to this 3-dimentional world so far. Or maybe our intellect has its roots in a higher-dimensional being, but somehow, we have been cut-off from visualizing beyond what we are told we cannot imagine. If the latter's the case, then that's rather stupid of us. But anyway. The thing I am trying to drive at is this. We are sparing no effort on diminishing our dimensional capabilities. Born in 3D, living on 2D screens, wearing weird-looking glasses to view illusions in 3D on a 2D screen. How did we bocome so delusional? As Louis C.K., the comedian says....
"Parents look at their kids performing on stage through those huge tablet screens they hold in front of their faces. Wow! How stupid is that? They are performing on stage. See them for real.... IN 3D! Not through the camera with which you're recording their performance that no one would even want to see at any moment in their lifetime!!"
Those lines weren't verbatim. But that's the gist of what he says. So that's that. If you happen to be reading this even with an ounce of consciousness, I'd like to take the blame for reducing your 3D world to 2D, too. A little. Go outside, get wet in the rain, maybe smile at somebody! Your day will go a little better, unless you smile at rapist, who misconstrues your signals and you end up getting buggered. That goes even for guys.
I love how subtle Englishmen are with what they say. A lot of reductionism and eloquence in them. I'd like to illustrate with an example. The whole world uses expletives, crass, vile and vulgar expressions and says....
"I/We got fucked in the arse."
The Englishman says "I/We got buggered." How cute. And how under the radar. Brilliant! I still wonder if this is a good way to end a post.
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