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Reflections on Society and Intersubjective Truth


Today, while walking I came to realize that there is at least a fixed reality which cannot be accessible to my senses; all what I can do is to, perspectivize it, with limited amount of data I have hitherto come across since childhood. Each perspective of mine is not a lived reality; it's also about intersubjective reflections which create a reality of its own. In a way, society comes at sight the moment intersubjective reality is created or unconsciously evolves through societal affairs, transactions, conflicts, and relationship. These building blocks of society are human's made, including language, culture, religion, and all the political edifices which appear at the moment as the truth. These societal structures and the evolution of intersubjective reality develop in due course of time in consciousness of people, and sometimes unconscious psyche has a role in shaping the intersubjective reality. These realities are, unlike the perfect reality in its eternity, are either shaped by power structures or in horizontal bond of folks consciousness. If they are really a reflection of power structure; human will come and go, structure will remain there, sometimes stretches itself, other time restricts itself; for humans are only occupants of the power seat. Human behaviour gets its shape on a seat of power. That place remains seated in fact. Humans for that matter become traveller, or dreamer. Power is/becomes the reality.
If reality is constructed through intersubjective discourses, based upon no division of labour, rather labour itself gains the due honour and respect. Society as an intersubjective truth becomes a win-win game. And relationship evolves through emotional bonds; commercial and intellectual reality are eclipsed by an emotional character of relationship. Probably, the idyllic village community in ancient India was the intersubjective truth, which evolved through emotional bond. They disregarded intellect and the wisdom of commerce. They perceived nature not merely an orderly existent but also an organic one, and accepted nature as the inspiration for intersubjective truth.

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