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PERSONIFICATION OF LIFE

What is an achievement if it remains personal? If one dares to ask air about its personality what answer he will receive? If one asks the stream of water about their name and identity; what answers are expected? Life is a phenomenon, happening here-and-now, transcending any and every pre-supposed limitation of individuality. I dare to experience I'm not one. I am a fragment of the big reality in happening. I don't exist in personification, abstraction. Ego is a boundless possibility if and only if there is endeavor to break the shackles of "Platonic Cave", which is not a transcendental imagination, outside reality, but immanently striving for the "Will-to-life".

No global catastrophe, emerged out of chaste-thumping parochialism, would have knocked at the door to the humanity, had there been visions to see outside limitations. What personal achievement has not been swallowed in by the history of life? What has remained but the dust of life. After industrial age, humans became a big gigantic machine, and their imaginative dimensions witnessed contraction of collective imagination. After digital age,  machine has almost disappeared, nay, sublated into encashable data, which is a part of meta-data (the big whole of the world). Even personal is no more sociological, but stimulative symbol, encapsulating the sign value. In the age of "surplus success", spiritual and psychological dimensions of life are without any significance. What have we achieved but the immense suffering of solitude. Villages have become ghosts, awaiting their parts forever. Cities are running like a general bogey of train, and people are taking refuge from their own shadow, they are lives without feeling it, without living it.

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