They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.- Edgar Allan Poe.
The
weight you ask me to share with you, you simply cannot take. Only the paper is
capable enough. If it’s beautiful on the paper, you will be less than burdened
when it reaches you. So don’t ask me of the past, rather read it.
You are
conglomeration of many abstractions like me. Yes, I am an abstraction, you are
concrete. I am the criminal; I am the artist, the profession, your religion,
the fetish, the obsession, the infatuation. You are nothing. You are neither
sanity nor insanity. You grow no more than birth. I am the joy, the pain, the
love, the culprit. You have no malice. I am but just a single abstractions,
there are many like me as there are many like you. You have become me and much
other abstraction, the world is physical, it sees physical, it works
metaphysically, in my realm of abstractions.
In childhood, I was neither the object of your curiosity, nor your curiosity,
I was only the conclusions of those experiments, just the ones that you
understood. I, that abstraction, the embodiment of those conclusions made you
what you are today. I was not what you saw or heard, or your sight or ear, but
what you understood. I was not what happened to you or the one who did it, I
was your understanding of that event. In this world, I will never be judged,
neither were you when you were a child. I just told you cannot grow, I can.
In youth, you read, you interacted, and I was
the premise on which you judged ideas, people, and things. Now you can do a
veracious little thing, act. Your actions has physical implications but are
based on me. Thus, no actions are just physical. There exists a catalog of
metaphysical inspirations, none of them accountable for it. I was not the thing
that you stole neither the act of stealing. I was the inspiration behind
stealing. I am made of constant movement, of motion, of action, but not yours.
You ignite abstractions like me into your fellow human beings through your
actions, just like I was ignited by what you were around and your other
abstractions.
I was not a choice; I was your only extreme, where you had to settle,
that unseen extreme like ocean from one end, you did not choose to stand at
that end but it did not mattered because you could only imagine the extreme.
Your choices were indeed constrained by another abstraction, imagination. The
inspiration of great human artifacts throughout history, a weapon in
disguise! In this world, the choices,
the roads, the doors are only for those well-endowed with imagination. For the
rest, there is madness, which is indeed the force above you and me.
Imagination rovers in the dark for some light, desperate, frantic; it
launches itself into unexplored dimensions. One of such dimension is madness.
But one simply cannot imagine madness, because madness is not a slave to some
conventional light to which imagination is bound to reach, that is “sense”.
Nothing is more vulgar than an attempt to smoke sense through chartered plane
of time and space into madness which travels through unchartered plane of
unexplored universe. One such attempt is god and religion.
A lie has certain intent to it or it simply can be an error. That is,
some lies are born, while some ideas are brought up in certain conditions that
they are forced to become a lie; originally, they were outside the realm of
these pair of opposites. To be clearer, some lie are honest, some are reared to
cover the truth. God is an honest lie, religion covers THIS truth! God is not our abstraction, neither are we
god’s. God is not an absolute lie, it is the truth you are not yet capable of
understanding, like madness. Madness, like god does not promote order or rules,
the objective morality of religion which needs no god. It is wild. Religion
does all those things to conceal the true nature of god, the god we can see in
nature and its wraths, its destruction and recreation, unbound, untamable, and
not moral like religion. Humans too have found god just in wars and
death. Heaven, hell, rebirth are the appealing lights in darkness which is the
designated solace of imagination and sense of religion.
You don’t serve that god and
religion; you only serve me, yourself. For all you can understand, you are your
god and religion. But why are humans a part of social conscience that believes
in something superior, while individually being gods? Is your god even capable
of reigning over so many individual gods? No wonder you have cream individuals
and mob for a society! Peaceful worshipers and legions for a religion!
Tomorrow you become a criminal, I will be blamed. I was not your action;
I am not even an excuse, but many would say that your inspiration, that is me,
is bound to be the culprit. You become
an artist, I will be praised. But if you become a criminal who is an artist, I
will not be held responsible, you will be a victim, and your inspirations are
the doomed conclusion of the society you live in! This subjective morality of
society when contrasted with religion’s objectivity simply shows the
incompatibility of morality, society and religion.
I
am an abstraction; you can get rid of me any time. Just close your eyes and
dream of me leaving you like the black smoke from fuel. Get rid of me if I am
cruel, cast me away like a bad dream, but I will exist in the metaphysical
being the inspiration behind someone else’s action, for I am an abstraction and
I will exist as long as humans ignite me through what they learn from conclusions of society!
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