| The universe is mysterious and the mind, even more. The enigma of creation is yet to be explained and probably never will be. Today I realised the power of creation—the significance of the insignificant. Things exist, but why? How? When? The deeper we go, further from truth we get. Peeling away the secrets of universe like the layers of an onion; in the end nothing remains—neither truth nor lie.
Imagination has no material existence yet it is one of the most powerful agents at work. It creates, it destroys. It lives inside us and we live inside it. Through the strength of my imagination, I created a world. A world owned by me, ruled by me, cherished by me, governed by me, with laws so complex that they resulted in chaos — how ironic! But it was just a world, a lifeless cosmos originated from the electro-chemical impulses of my brain.
Then something happened; a ‘mutation’ among the rigid laws created by me. An anomaly which I could not explain or control. It created life! It formulated living things in my imaginary yet ‘real’ world. What was it? A sudden and exotic combination of basic components. Is life just the name of that combination? Nothing more, nothing less?
But this origin of life brought many things along with it such as the novel concept of time. I knew the reality: Time does not exist, at least not for me. I know/ have known/ will know the whole story of my world in just a timeless instant. I have seen the whole evolution of this life and was surprised to find that it too was dependent upon ‘mutation’ for its evolution to a great extent. Mutations within a mutation, how ironic!
I observed that progress of the extension of this life. How strange it seems: A mutation governed by laws; chaos ruled by order. So it progressed under laws, aided by disorders until it reached a peak — the origin of a living being capable of reason and imagination. It was the same power which I possessed. A power enough to create a whole universe, regardless of the fact that it was a mere fragment of imagination. Importance is neither to be judged by its size nor the material existence.
This being for the first time questioned the nature of life in my world. But they never really achieved the answers. After every step they faced a roadblock, an event unexplained. Their new work aimed to reduce the number of exceptions to the previous rules yet it did nothing but to increase that number. How ironic!
Those beings were something that constantly amazed me, and the thing which bemused me even more was the fact that they felt my presence. They somehow knew me, yet they were not capable enough to understand me and therefore, they worshipped me.
Of all the things they have done, they have made me wonder one thing with a strong intensity: Am I nothing but a mutation myself?
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Writing has been a passion, a love ever since I learned to write. For me, writing is a means of expression of 'secret tears and secret pleasures'. True writing comes from the heart and often it is the one to find you, not you the one to find it. Writing gives me power, the strength to carry on, the will to live and to live in a better way. It helps me find deeper meaning in the world around me and to understand myself much better. I can't survive without writing. For me, my writings are the whispers of life, in which the glory and sorrow of life echoes. For me, these are the glittering tears, whose every flash encompasses a thousand aspects of life. I believe that, 'I write; therefore I am.' However, true ease in writing comes from art, and I still have to learn a lot about that.
a page of a diary john walshe
| Sep 29th, 2004
'with laws so complex that they resulted in chaos '. aww! Awais.. you have just awoken. welcome to this world. the old axiom applies: the more i know the more i realise how much i do not.
continue your exploration and peregrination and enjoy it. time does not exist but the parameters are useful.
regards and thanks
kanaka n swamy
| Aug 26th, 2007
Existence- difficult term to explain. Sometimes we just exist. What do you call that- Biological existence.
Can't we exist without this gross body. I think it happens only to few. Sow the seeds of existence and allow it to grow as our footprints as we cast of this entity.
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