I found a letter India wrote to Piper where she felt she had cracked the reason for existence.
Piper never responded so she obviously was not equally moved by the glorious answer. Or more likeli she was too busy actually living life to be carried away by theories on living.
"What were the use of my creation if I were entirely contained here?" – Catherine, Wuthering Heights.
So where else can people be? Could a part of me be in a rock? Is this the crux of love – that infact not whole but a part of us is given out somewhere else and till we find it there shall be no rest and till we find it we cannot hope to do what we were meant, made and capable of doing.
So then is it an inherent need to love ourselves that makes us love another person?
And why is it important that we start out incomplete?
Is it after all just one of the most basic entertainment devices to God.. to watch us all scurrying around on our individual quests?
Or) e.g. the sea as a whole is incomplete without the sun and clouds. If it were so that it was complete, then there would be no clouds and no rain and a 1000 other things would change and there would be no storms, no beauty, equations would be constant and without permutations/combinations there can be no maximization or certainty.
And if all things were complete so that they are all content in their own space – there would be no beauty. It is in the nature of things to mate to create beauty. Yellow gold, mud and flowers, babies, etc. Mud would just be mud. It is also in the nature of things to want to give and share its best.
And if all things were complete so that they are all content in their own space – there would be no beauty. It is in the nature of things to mate to create beauty. Yellow gold, mud and flowers, babies, etc. Mud would just be mud. It is also in the nature of things to want to give and share its best.
And so the object of life is beauty and the purpose of life is creation.
"What were the use of my creation if I were entirely contained here?" – Catherine, Wuthering Heights.
So where else can people be? Could a part of me be in a rock? Is this the crux of love – that infact not whole but a part of us is given out somewhere else and till we find it there shall be no rest and till we find it we cannot hope to do what we were meant, made and capable of doing.
So then is it an inherent need to love ourselves that makes us love another person?
And why is it important that we start out incomplete?
Is it after all just one of the most basic entertainment devices to God.. to watch us all scurrying around on our individual quests?
Or) e.g. the sea as a whole is incomplete without the sun and clouds. If it were so that it was complete, then there would be no clouds and no rain and a 1000 other things would change and there would be no storms, no beauty, equations would be constant and without permutations/combinations there can be no maximization or certainty.
And if all things were complete so that they are all content in their own space – there would be no beauty. It is in the nature of things to mate to create beauty. Yellow gold, mud and flowers, babies, etc. Mud would just be mud. It is also in the nature of things to want to give and share its best.
And if all things were complete so that they are all content in their own space – there would be no beauty. It is in the nature of things to mate to create beauty. Yellow gold, mud and flowers, babies, etc. Mud would just be mud. It is also in the nature of things to want to give and share its best.
And so the object of life is beauty and the purpose of life is creation.
Sky and Titania were quite taken with this theory. They even understood how it was worked out. Just the steps to the conclusion were enough to excite India. If something can be logically worked out, it simply must be true after all. Poirot rules.
A quote from Umberto Eco - just to set off the above - "i have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma, made terrible by our own mad attempt to analyze it as though it had an underlying truth."
Go Figure.
2 comments:
we can philosophize, analyze and deduce a thousand odd theories. each one of them unique and yet commonplace in its evolution.
the point is i find simple discussions with myself far more scary and perhaps revealing. especially the ones when you sit in a cab alone.
do you not for a moment ask why?
all the 'why's' are undoubtedly the reason i'm going batty. but never alone. heh
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