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Why to be Enlightened?


One of my philosopher friends has raised this question. Why to be Enlightened? What does really Enlightenment mean? Most of the people believe in the philosophy of "no philosophy" but dogmas. How far dogmas remain away from the philosophical tradition of inquiry? Can we say that dogmas are very much part of the knowledge system? Every dictionary dares to define it, but miserably fails in that process, because human being has potential to raise the bar! Dogmas are governed through belief system; every thing which is believed is yet to be expounded, yet to be ascertained, howsoever one tries to know, as much as one knows, even bigger domain remains away from her cognition. Reason cannot be attributed to every darker spot, because it has its own existence. One will million time fail if he or she tries to find out the darker spots through the lens of light. Why don't you accept that light is no longer an exclusive reality, it is darkness which defines it. Enlightenment is not about knowledge or belief. It is about courage to speak by heart, courage to taste the bitter fruit, courage to know what is unknowable, courage to stand and deliver amidst adversity. Immanuel Kant mediated on this theme in search of moral laws for humankind. Whether he failed or people failed him is an evergreen question? But he at least dared to stand, to challenge the pervasity of pessimism. Remember friends, he was not doing this for the sake of stardom or boredom. He was doing this for the sake of doing because for him human life is not merely a means to an end, in fact, it is an end itself. Nobody can deny that the sentimental character are integrally connected to every existing being in this Universe. But to say that one is sentimental is not Enlightened is a question which needs to be deliberated again. For me, enlightenment is not an epoch to attain, but an attitude to inculcate; not to be cynical about what is happening, but to find a reason to say, Life is really Good my friend!
Thanks a lot for reading me patiently!

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