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The Silent Universe



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K had a great gift of verbalising everything at the pretension of knowledge. He was fond of expression. But it seemed as if he had no question to answer. His friends used to consult him for their problems and he had the same old-school solution, though he was confident in expression, and this characteristic made him immensely popular. One day, a friend from the nearest town visited him and asked the solution about his dizziness, fear, and anxiety. K had all the theories to count on, from Freud, Jung, Adler to James Joyce and Jacques Lacan. He presented beautifully all the theories of psychopathology which made his friend anxious. He asked if these theories are any avail for someone?

K replied, "These theories are the mirror of human's evolution, their problems and solutions. It will help you".

His friend did not find any impact whatsoever of these theories upon him, except he felt the whole discourse very informative. He asked with amusement, "I wonder how many books are being written everyday around the world which can't be read by anyone in a single life. Why do we aspire to know? Does it solve any problem?

K replied furiously, "You don't appreciate the power of information. It's transformative". 

His friend reacted, "But what does it transform? I don't think these bundles of information are emancipatory. It's, in fact, a heavy burden to carry history on our shoulders. The history of humanity is the portrayal of war, tragedy, cheating, misery of all kinds, the same is unwritten for the animal kingdom. Why do we prefer to carry on these tragedy? I mean, Socrates had to take Hemlock as his fate but why are we remembering his unfortunate departure? Why are we portraying the suffering of Jesus and keeping it preserved? Are we free under the umbrella of information overload?

K replied with optimism, "I believe, history is a great teacher. It has immense potential to ameliorate the pain and misery of ours. Only thing is required is to take it in the right spirit. It's not required to remember or read each and everything. That's impossible. But still we may learn from the lives of others. Only humans have advantage to share their ideas with clarity among the their fellow beings. This is a gift of evolution which must be taken into the right spirit. I am sharing history with you, not for the sake of making you learned but to allow you to choose your own way. The availability of information is always helpful in facilitating the freedom to choose without any inconvenience. I mean, information is the tool to achieve freedom". 

His friend responded with a beautiful story, "There was a beautiful Octopus, who had a unique ability to dance. All the animals in her neighborhood were deeply attracted towards her art. That made a jackal very jealous. He decided to become a journalist like a Television Anchor, to create a zone of indistinction between false and truth. He went to the festival organized by all the animals. All the animals were excited to watch the dance of Octopus. The Octopus started dancing and with her all other animals were also dancing. In the end, Jackal made an inquiry with a zeal to confuse her. He asked, 'I wonder which leg or which hand you prefer to raise first in the process of dancing'? I am also curious to know if you have hands, legs, or both? If your answer is both, then which one is your leg and which one is your hand? Octopus had no clue about what's happening with her. She started to reflect upon each and every question, but she had no clear answer. She consulted many other animals for the answers, but answers were too much that it was almost impossible to find a conclusion. Next day, when she started  to dance again, she had no magic in dancing. Her mind was so much involved in those puzzles that from that day she forgot how to dance".

K had no other information to share with him, except he preferred to remain silent. Someone rightly said, "for a silent mind, the whole universe reveals its magic".


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