Friday, November 7, 2014

Pockets of roots in a forest of trees

One of the conclusions that one is most easily led to is the belief that all affective
experiences are subjectively unique and, to go a step further, distinct.However true they
might appear, from the standpoint of accumulated experiences of mankind- if that word is
meant in the simplest possible sense-it can roughly be concluded that nothing new is
happening to anyone.The word roughly is used to emphasize the point in a generic sense.
For example, betrayal is as old as power or wealth, but today the instruments of betrayal are
even more and its catchment area has increased rapidly.It is still there, only vector ally
diverse.People still are taken aback and shocked by betrayal.But to the world, it passes by as
predictably as products on a conveyor belt do.So no stimuli to the mind is new. Not Love,
not hate, note boredom,not helplessness, nothing! This must, in a feeble way, appear
compact and reassuring for those who consistently feel that the world is bad and is hell bent
on torturing them and only them alone.

However, just as an itch is felt only by those who feel the urging sensation,many deeds done
are fully comprehended only by the doers.The spectators can merely see but can seldom
understand the reason, which when sometimes given has as limited degree of rationality.All
the layers of reason when peeled off reveal, most of the times I daresay, altogether
something else(whatever it is),which is fundamental.Humans almost always have one nasty
thing that is enveloped with societal values in order to move forward in a society.Since
fundamental is something which is non-negotiable and can't be further broken down, it can
be said that the fountainhead of a man's nature springs from this point,which is taken for
granted as obvious.This is the subjective source of one's thinking.Every generation,after it
ascends to the age of contemplation starts pondering over things as a response to their
respected stimuli-be it poverty, boredom or any other matter.It is this reaction from various
points of subjectivity that we have a forest of ideas, an ocean of principles and values.Since
it is painfully hard to reach the pinnacle of so called objectivity, comfort is found in the
shield of subjective understanding of abstract things.

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