of mind, matter and obscurity
“Comprehension is not a requisite for cooperation, and hence for action.” But I couldn’t stop wondering how the mind manages to form exquisite references to what it needs to absorb even amidst rumbles of obscure images zigzagging within themselves.I started the picture on the right as a couple of tiny circles drawn to make a technical point, and ended up to what it is now. Though minutes after the discussion I was all lost about what the figure meant, we actually were perceiving it with complete sense until then.
Quite often I attribute the cause for any resultant attitudes to perceptions. The mind as involuntary as it gets reads what it wants to read. How often have you skipped noticing two successive ‘and’s appearing in a line or safely overlooked a wrong spelling while reading through a book. Our thoughts are ruled more by these unconscious perceptions than that of its poor cousin – the conscious mind.
But the mind when in its fluent flow is one fantasizing instrument. I wonder how fast and energetic I could think at certain times, that at certain other times the same mind goes so muggy and rusty that I go out for a cuppa coffee to figure out what url I was about to type when I opened the IE window. In the best of times, the minds seems to discover a meaning in obscurity, adventure in complexity, lesson in ordeal, purpose in pressure, but at other times its just another painfully sluggish passing of another extra-habitual act in yet another day of the calendar.
Well, as they say, its all in the mind. Whatever you hold swaying in your mind, knowingly or otherwise, will tend to roar up right in front of your eyes at some point in time. When you continue to believe what you have always believed, you will continue to act as you have always acted. But more often than not, changing the belief system and hence the mind is just as easy as scaling atop the Alps in the middle of a snowstorm with a sealed backpack of heavy snow-clearing equipments.
And if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter!
- The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
- Paradise Lost, John Milton