Going to Golgotha

As I lay in my room and hear the strains of my favourite songs, I jerk into consciousness . T'is is an totally invoulnatary reaction. Very justified when hit by a stimuli , which can start production of certain compounds in my neural network. But, do tell me isn't it a wonder , that certain invisible particles can send a 1 _ _ Pound body ( not telling you my wieght am I !!! ) into motion.

I always used to think

"What happens when an irresistable force meets an immovable object"

Well...I still do think that because neither am I immovable or nor any force in my life irresistable ! But back to my story, As I lay immobile in my bed I was forced to make use of my locomotary organs and open the closed barrier which secluded my enclosure from rest of the habitat ( my room door ).

The offending stimulus was a loud rap on my door by a pair of offending knuckles. I opened the door and got face to face with an entity appearing in an inconsequential election for a post in my place of residence. He was making a very conscious effort of speaking in the Queen's language and telling me why I should cast my vote in favour of him.

POLITICS, n. A strife of interests masquerading as a contest of
principles. The conduct of public affairs for private advantage.

Oh my heart ! my achy breaky heart ! How much will you torment me !!! When will you learn to accept the tiny inconsequential things that people consider important to them ... as significant to your well-being also ??? I don't know . But then I will stay so uncomitted to this mistress and not give into her pleasures. I will not fall prey to her charms. I will not become part of politics.

I have seen to much of her... naked in all her glory and in all her shame... The temptress with the lure of the ultimate pleasure with the public humiliation that is a parcel of her deal.

We are all small people and shouldn't be part of the grand scale of things. Nature never intended us to be more than mere pebbles in the bedrock of time and civilization. But then some of us want to be the boulders over which the stream cascades over and creates a ripple over the surface. It breaks the surface , sometimes as itself, sometimes as the ripples which play over the flow and far far away. And we all laugh like soft gentle children.

Why are we born ? Why are we part of the earth ? What are we here for ? Why did the chicken cross the road ?

The mundaneness to our existence is perhaps the answer the the ultimate question. We are born because we are. We are there because we are supposed to be . We are all complex equations in a simple matrix that encompasses all we can think of and beyond.

Limited by the same thing that supposedly makes us infinite - our imagination we are all slave to the various influences that nature has devised for us to miss the greater picture . The underlying simplicity of complexity. Even behind the greatest of the creations lies some simple quarks , whose quirks make it all go as it goes.

With songs sung blue for me and you , I wonder why we even try bother. If we all are pawns in the multidimensional chess board that is the universe what is the reason for us to be there ?

"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite."

We need to see beyond our own so called limitless ness and realize our vunerability and tiny magnitude. Western societies have undergone a 'precession of simulacra' (the simulacrum being that 'truth which hides the fact there is none'. Thus we find that through the hierarchy of motions the copy has come to replace the original and we are all praying to small gods !!!

So is there no escape , was Gautama wrong when he said that 'Dharamchakra Parbartana " can be stopped ? NO, he was not what he meant was escape form the board by check mating the queen while the white rabbit looks on and the castle smiles.

There have ben some who have check-mated on one board to go merely to another where we have lost their track and accept them to have escaped only to forget that they are stuck on another board in another board in another level beyond which lies another board beyond which lies another board beyond ....

So do we all lay down like lemmings and decide to die . Is there no way out ?

GOLGOTHA by Edward Munch