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A Case against Scientific Dogmatism

No thinker deserves the name of thinker unless he or she is on journey of himself or herself. Every outward journey, which is moving on under the romanticization of science, would cease without a leap of self-realization and self-fulfillment. Reality is not a formula which could be encompassed through quantification. The truest wisdom lies underneath the psyche; why do we think if we think like this or that way? Why are we conditioned than naturalized by own volition and will? Carl Gustav Jung gave us some fresh perspectives to think beyond the dichotomy of phenomenon and noumenon; to think and rationalize are the art of a  scientific magician; to know is the task of impossible-possibility. Our myth and culture do tell us about the history of human- consciousness. The modern science is a only phenomenon which could be trusted for its credibility, is a stimulational thesis which is no more than a "leap of faith". Mythology, if taken seriously could tell us more than what science has offered in the history of human-sciences. I haven't witnessed a scientist who can know himself with certainty! Modern science is a robotic science which has already dehumanised humans' psyche through rational choices' experimentations. People around us are quarrelling for nothingness. The power, prestige, material resources are elevated to the idea of sublime and supreme. As if nothing is really more important than mere animal survival. Humans deserve more than that; more than animalistic passions and greedy commitments. You fight for something trivial you get reduced to that existence. If you love wisdom you will definitely hesitate to commit your life for vices, anger, greed, and thrust for superficial ego. The true dignity requires to know yourself; to inquire about the miraculous existence of being. Isn't beautiful to feel what is around us? Isn't it wonderful to be in on the planet Earth which is offering us a wonderful journey? Killing adventure for the sake of fictional amusement is what our science has done to us. We need to wander through imagination of our minds which could transcend beyond thought and experimentation. That's how we can have journey of our own!

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