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On Feeling and Emotion

Our past sometimes becomes a burden for the present. I wonder what unites so many emotions into being. Whether being is any unity or it is fragment of totality. Fragment in its concrete is material, psychic, or spiritual reality? I remember past with fondness sometimes with little anxiety, like if I would have chosen this path; if and but are integral to my daily existence. It is made out of choice and co-incidence. Sometimes, I feel, everything is perfectly designed by forces unknown to us; but the rationalist commitment makes me suspicious. Being and becoming are two strange words; neither I am aware of being and there is no possibility to become, since being itself appears to be super-imposed thought. Without beingness I exist without any burden of past or expectation of future. There is no scope of sin or guilt. Every experience is new and fresh. Consciousness is really a timeless reality; it doesn't evolve in Darwinian sense. The ignorance which clouds it are removed in due course of time. A child is as conscious as an adult; one is not so cultivated reality while other has made this life a habit to live. In that sense, I think in past and by past. There is no scope of present or future if my thought is a processing machine of past. Somebody rightly said; nothing new is being thought. Everything was said in history. I'm carrying the thoughts of others.  That's the way text books are designed or case laws are taught. You are not supposed to think otherwise than what you're being cultured. People say, don't live in the company with bad people. I would say, don't consume too many unfortunate events which are floating around. Think at least one beautiful thought and live by it. You don't have to worry about the burden of thoughts. Just discover your own, create your own. You're not supposed to be a part of other's dreams. You're a fragment of totality, and have got few moments to feel. So feel everything. Don't know much. Know little but feel it!

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