Sitting idle?
In washroom are you?
(This may create the booze intended for the bowels)
Getting out of the 9 to 5 routine our ideas try to pull us away from the world. Sometimes far far away in a cold winter of December, the Moon right above, glaring behind desiccated branches. The rustle of dried factories that once produced food emerging from footsteps. The only blanket covering is of the cool breeze; oozing out my life force, the warm feelings, the social ones. The night shows the bigger picture but will eventually wither away like a dream.
Who am I? Why I'm even here? Is this the way I dreamt of living since childhood, or as I grew I followed others and ended up here. Is my life serving its purpose or I'm just stuck in this loop or even is there a purpose? What is the value of these questions aren't they resulting in our evolution?
We used to calculate taking various assumptions and solve any problem. The efficacy of the solution went up with the advent of supercomputers. We are capable of simulating a machine and find out exactly where and how it will fail. Soon there will be a time, maybe with quantum computing bolstering us, that we will be able to visualise the complete lifetime of a machine by taking all possible environmental factors into consideration. The simulation will be so intensely detailed that it will be impossible to derail it from reality just like ours. In fact, it will be a virtual world with actual living beings emerging, evolving, interacting there.
Will be able to completely comprehend their actions or ignore them just like what we do to the bugs that live on us and around us?
If I created such world like a size of the universe where there are a plethora of galaxy clusters each with lots and lots of stars and many many planets. Will it be really possible for me to detect the motions of humans sitting on a small bluish dust particle (who can merely glance at a radius of 47 billion light years). Will their prayers having any meaning for me, or even if praying is a right part of daily business done by them? If a man of that blue dust (Earth) is capable of controlling and moving a galaxy cluster then it may pull my attention. It will be fun nuking the Milky Way....
In washroom are you?
(This may create the booze intended for the bowels)
Getting out of the 9 to 5 routine our ideas try to pull us away from the world. Sometimes far far away in a cold winter of December, the Moon right above, glaring behind desiccated branches. The rustle of dried factories that once produced food emerging from footsteps. The only blanket covering is of the cool breeze; oozing out my life force, the warm feelings, the social ones. The night shows the bigger picture but will eventually wither away like a dream.
Who am I? Why I'm even here? Is this the way I dreamt of living since childhood, or as I grew I followed others and ended up here. Is my life serving its purpose or I'm just stuck in this loop or even is there a purpose? What is the value of these questions aren't they resulting in our evolution?
We used to calculate taking various assumptions and solve any problem. The efficacy of the solution went up with the advent of supercomputers. We are capable of simulating a machine and find out exactly where and how it will fail. Soon there will be a time, maybe with quantum computing bolstering us, that we will be able to visualise the complete lifetime of a machine by taking all possible environmental factors into consideration. The simulation will be so intensely detailed that it will be impossible to derail it from reality just like ours. In fact, it will be a virtual world with actual living beings emerging, evolving, interacting there.
Will be able to completely comprehend their actions or ignore them just like what we do to the bugs that live on us and around us?
If I created such world like a size of the universe where there are a plethora of galaxy clusters each with lots and lots of stars and many many planets. Will it be really possible for me to detect the motions of humans sitting on a small bluish dust particle (who can merely glance at a radius of 47 billion light years). Will their prayers having any meaning for me, or even if praying is a right part of daily business done by them? If a man of that blue dust (Earth) is capable of controlling and moving a galaxy cluster then it may pull my attention. It will be fun nuking the Milky Way....
Nice one mate..
ReplyDeleteThank you! :)
ReplyDeleteThis existential crisis you are going through will help you understand the knowledge, the Truth that exists. We are but stardust. The universe experiencing itself, which we call 'Consciousness'.But I ask, consciousness of what? The consciousness of being one with this universe. There are moments when every man feels that he is one with the universe.There is no you or me. There is one Existence. In that Existence we dream all these various dreams. It is the Aatman, the Infinite. In and through That we see the universe. Prayer is a lower view of understanding this fact and off course the most adaptable form for mediocre minds. The Vedanta philosophy says 'Tat Tvam Asi' (Thou art that). The Consciousness of the Self!
ReplyDeleteVery well said Srijan! Although I'm familiar with these thoughts since childhood, and don't regard them as crisis, instead as the edge of imagination that calls us to explore further and deeper into the ontological advancement of the universe. And yes we are all one existence and with time are re-uniting for example internet. Internet has connected all our brains together and now we can easily learn from others' experiences and this very thing has escalated our intellectual growth. Now our earth can gradually become alive with internet as its brain and take colossal scaled decisions by analysing all the structured and stored knowledge with us (humans) as the pointers.
DeleteThere is something which we connect to science (for our explanation). But in nature there are species who have phenomena to connect each other ,then there are human who need Internet!!
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