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On Complementarity

Man since his birth practiced and still practicing paradoxes, nevertheless every talk and every norm has been inclined towards good than evil, inertia than change, standard rather idiosyncrasy, beauty than ugliness, truth than ignorance. The primal paradox begins with the chasm and deep gulf between speech and action. The fact and value judgment have remained as antimony, to be endured and celebrated. Reality is of course the totality of good and evil. Man cannot find refuge in one and another in isolation. Tension will remain, and convergence is inevitable. Man is a fragment of nature, neither a master nor a slave. To understand nature, man cannot be ignored as a subject an object of study. The antinomies between freedom and necessity, universal and particular, subject and object, society and individual, change and eternity, truth and falsehood shall survive in spite of all the attempts are made to purge good from evil. One, who is willing to accept the totality, may be wise as well as foolish. But isn't it true that man is the wisest and the most ignorant as well? Wisdom is impossible without having the knowledge of our unbound ignorance, limitations, wretchedness, weakness, and vulnerability. Truth cannot be celebrated in isolation. The moment man accepts his fallibility, there is a possibility of transcendence. Our every little endeavor for bliss also brings  pain and sorrow. Man cannot achieve one after excluding others. Every forces love to transform from one pole to another, one condition to another situation. Pleasure and pain are the branches of same tree which converges into each-other. Life is a possibility at the cost of its flames. Flames and combustion are inevitable for cold dark nights. Nights and darkness are all pervasive for light and wisdom. To accept one in isolation will be portrait of half truth. Totality is the complementary bond between life and death, inertia and change, time-space and eternity. Creation is bliss yet painful. Knowledge is liberation and illusion. There is no single linear line to draw. Life is circular and man is caught in waves of "eternal recurrence" (Nietzsche). We are willing to draw a line, a border, an identity, a class, a fragment-totality will elude us forever. We are condemned to our belittlement and insatiability. Only acceptance of totality is real and emancipatory for man and his fate.

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