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To Be and To not to Be

Marriam Webster dictionary has today preferred to explain the meaning of a word, "hypermnesia", which means abnormally vivid and complete memory. Some public intellectuals refer it with "elephantine memory". Memory is a unique apparatus of our brain which preserves many a subtle emotional and intellectual phenomenons at the same time it is always ready to erase many a minute details we often pass through. The logus of memory and memorial ceremonies are revered around the world, reason being, memory is regarded as the foundational leap from animal kingdom which differentiates humans from instinctual life-cycle of mysterious nature. Memory, for a yogi, not a obstacle but a journey through which a yogi transcends it, to reach at pure consciousness. Memory is quintessential for a scientific journey of humans; it is a deep and pervasive source of pleasure and pain. Memory, in that sense, loves to be filled with what is available. If one aspires to achieve some pleasurable pursuits, one cannot achieve it at the cost of no hallownes and pain. Memory keeps humans alive, makes alarm if there is any sort of danger if it appeared in past as well. Memory is undoubtedly a theoretical and informational foundation of our civilisation. It reinvigorates itself through cleaning what has just passed through. That's how we say that the time is a great healer. Actually it is not the time that is healer rather the memory itself. 
What lies beyond the memory? Perhaps, a zero, a voidness, and there only, one transcends to the binary of pleasure and plain. Completeness is not a status of life or death. To be completed, this ambiguous process, makes the life livey and true in relation to its decay. Life is meaningful in its death and vice-versa is equally true. Life and death are the same thing. To be or to not be is a journey. Factcity is always transient. Memory is always expanding and decaying in a same cyclical zone. And there is no full stop of it. Memory is a process of to be, and to not to be. Beyond memory there is a possibility of child!

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