This holds the key to life

Life is brought here on earth, so were dinosaurs. Fossils of dinosaurs show that they had lived elsewhere before the earth was formed, and the earth was a melting pot with segments of jigsaw puzzle like chunk of substances bought from elsewhere. Life is a constant encoding process in the context of a larger concept. Some say that just because iron is found in every person, it must lead to the conclusion that all human beings are connected. That is nothing unexceptionable, and indeed, all beings are connected, further on, all things are connected. It is too obvious, yet it takes the lives of thousands their life time to formulate such a provoking theory. The very element of provocation is part of the human beings. Like the magnetic wave or other invisible rays or the like, any goings in the beings mean something somehow to something else. A stone thrown in the pond creates waves, and yet, they cause reaction and emotion in the fish population, to say the least. Another provocative theory is that lightning in Africa affects the weather in Britain. Again, a plausible provocation it is; just as lightning makes such a far-reaching impact, so the theory creates like things in some regions of science among their members. The working of beings is to constantly create a flow of disturbance, such that it could be remedied and the energy poised by reaction.

All disturbances sing and dance around, the whole sphere of the universe and beyond is truly lively, inaudible and yet imaginable; unthinkable and yet doable. Contradiction or polarity is the essence of life as marked by the observable of birth and death as well as by the unobservable of other forms of contradiction or polarization. It’s always been like this, a person is born into a house with fields around for food, the delivery company being his legs walking a few meters back and forth from his yard, his pastime being the discovery of nature, stars above his head, and stories told over bonfire. All that is being wiped as backward. Cities arise as tall as modern civilisation, and the internet marvels many souls when it delivers your food from afar by typing on buttons; modern medicine cures many patients from new diseases created as civilisation progresses. Then, stories can be bought over the internet, stars can be seen by travelling afar, and the discovery of nature has become a profession, creating various guilds, cults and science. And yet, earthquake kills and science is out of breath in failing any warning.

Then, you read the story; on a Saturday morning, you drive to the lab and find that the test tube has exploded, a green-eyed monster created, which has escaped, ready to cause havoc to humanity…hang on, you say, that is a novel already written, a story already told. And yet, the above internet, the above civilisation is also a story to be told to the future generation centuries apart, they would laugh at the stupidity rather than marvel at the self-proclaimed grandeur of the current generation. Sounds cynical? It does; yet, it has a tincture of truth ringing loud in it, and, as Shakespeare says, it has in it a more modest working. If indeed one could not see oneself with his own eyes but through reflection, why could the current generation see through itself and its curios of all sorts? Yet, reflection would not do the trick? It would, peradventure, people may prefer to reflect to their own advantage of not disturbing the poised scale.

In a foreign land, the human beings are always aliens who struggle to figure out what is indigenous. What the earth bears is not for the aliens to understand, and it is not that they are idiots, but that they are proficient elsewhere. Yet, they function, they create, they live, though they never understand; as Plato says, all they know is that they know nothing. And yet, it is nothing that they claim they can build on and create something out of. So, through reflecting mirror, they seek to discover how they originated, and the search is on, and the fun is in the game. It is play; as one kind of actors play the heroes, another set are to play the monsters, and in-between, all parts are slowly and yet quickly filled.