Obscure signs adore the path towards the rail. This seemingly unnoticed mind traverse its way time and time and again. What makes it so quiet is not the way it was but what it was along the way. For millions of years since time immemorial that placid darkness alongside the rail seems so inviting for a weary mind that this invisible way-wanderer almost gripped unto this rail closing on by way a side trip step. Has anyone been here before? Not even a single pair of idea had penetrated this needle-eyed cosmic vacuum of consciousness where once touched the lips of a searcher could reverse a counter.
No one is afraid of nothing but nothing is more anxious than an afraid soul. With nothing left inside but the fear of losing life is worse than death. But death is just the thin line that separates life from reality. Reality is not a sense-perception but the eternity. Eternity is from where we came from and eternity is where we supposed to go. Eternity is the ultimate reality for life is not predestined to end but meant for a destiny just few steps forward.
I can’t put these pieces together unless a clear abstract picture clothes my mind. Yes, an abstract one! Our direction in life is measured not by the distance we have walked by but the steps we made with purposes while life is still easy and simple. It is like when you we things the way nature wants it to be. Life can only become difficult and confusing when we failed to breathe the normal inhale-exhale ways. There are more we mistakenly add to the soup that subside the appetite. This is the essence of our existence; when the road is wide and free; we tend to side trip and forget the main route we track that when the night comes, the way gets dusky closing its lane to a dimmer end and finds our way on the old difficult track. Confusion is one simple additive yet cataclysmic in nature. Confusion can end all man’s quests for the truth and wisdom. Only few have crossed the thin line yet all have the gift to cross on it without fail. But why? Is it because we sleep and wake up differently? Or, is it because we were born on different cycle-periods? Perhaps there is the need to ponder on all school-of-thoughts far and wide, like a man made of different organs and systems working together to sustain a normal living, so as to all sorts of knowledge that will make man a living agent of perfection. We have to start from where no one can refute nor change the abstract yet absolute truth – from the inner sanctum of our very existence. We can deny anything or everything but no one can deny that we are thinking. “Cogito ergo sum” is what Rene Descartes has believed. The very nature of our cognition precedes something no one can deny; that our existence is pre-founded in the mind of the Greatest Planner, and that we all existed in another dimension prior to our exodus in this plane.
Eureka! One wandering soul just cried out! Finding its way out is not an easy gait. Thorny and muddy pulped the exhausted feet. Where in this life goes by the name “Destiny” or “Fate”? Not even a single hint closest to its gist! And maybe the closest gist is just a fragment of the slightest hint.
And how about an attempt to definitize something indefinite? When one tries forming the cue, others are already used and tired of the same for another cue of a sort in finding other ways for its re-formation; a cycle of the same system yet of different sorts. We sleep and wake up crossing a timeline from one to another. A day might be too short for a busy soul yet there seem an endless array of dates and days for a man whose days are yet to come and go. So, where in those dates should we put the mark? And where in the past or in the future should we begin to decode? Has there been a fixed period for a man to cross the line? And how about the ebbs and flows that hurdled the ground in finding one’s destiny? Perhaps, we should also compromise the light just to savor the bitterness of dimmer path while nearing to the end of the tunnel in our search for a pot of gold.
Plato said “a good decision is based on knowledge and not on numbers”. But what is knowledge compared to numbers? Knowledge is measured in the cognitive domain while numbers is measured in the affective domain. Hence, a wise decision weights more on cognition rather than on affection. In other words, cognition warrants knowledge and wisdom while affection warrants solely on emotion. With this, a crucial judgment deserves a crucial mind. But a crucial mind requires a soaring spirit to traverse from both the ethereal to physical plane. This is the mind’s essence of being a multi-dimensional ethereal entity.
Let us begin then the journey by quoting a very familiar line, “Let these words of great minds inspire you and help you to achieve your goals and live a fulfilling life.” How inspiring to live a life in a world without failure – in the world of thoughts! It is the only world where man can live and enjoy all the things in life even a king has never had. It is the only perfect world where all things impossible are possible. And from here one can slowly draw the framework of his plans for crown-promising endeavors. From then and only then that man can start inspiring his soul and commence with his dreams straight forward without fail.
How great a soul that flies high! How great are they whose dreams of greatness and wonders have ioned the splendidness and magnificence! Great are they whose foundations of wisdom remain pure and without blemish! They are those whose seeds must fall into good grounds!
However, when this cosmic egg of thoughts ever touches the ground of civilization confusion rules the homos. The Watchers were wise! The Nephilims were brutes! The humans were subdued! Wickedness destroys the very foundation of righteousness. The sufferings of human hearts; the lamentations of the Holy God.
Plane and simple, that’s all the way it was. The plan was clear. Every bit of thought was a presence of intelligence. Every bit of intelligence was a perfect creation; a conceiver and agent of perfection. The first step was easy. But now, man is more than a complete cycle away from the beginning. He transformed along the way. He changed a lot and almost changed everything to satiate his desires. This is now his world of creations; the world of instant; the world of the artificial, the world of numbers. John once warned us and the number is six hundred, three scores and six.
This journey seems endless. Thorns and spikes, seductions and spices, the moaning pleasures soothe the wicked spirits. The handful leads that left then consumed by the red erotic lips. Screaming are they with unknown gratifying pains. Lavishness or tortures for now are just mild pins for a satisfied soul. Billions of them who entered were never seen again. The night is coming. The gate is closing. How can this wanderer tell how, where and when? He is just a mute speaker in the small corner of the rail. His weariness also needs to end, so he said, “Lord, grant me wisdom so I can understand these things!” “Grand me strength so I can reach my end!” “Make me your instrument of thy undying dreams!”
With short memory that’s left in him, this way-wanderer takes a deep sigh and solemnly uttered, “My mind is blurred!” “My thoughts are distorted!” “I don’t know where to put the dot anymore.” “Am I not given up into confusion?” “I’ve been in this plane for millions of years now.” “I am the weary mind; the way-wanderer.” “I am he whose dreams of greatness had flown high.” “I’m getting tired!”
But now, his time is near. The call of his Master is getting clear. He’s getting closer; closer to the golden gate of His heavenly place. He can now see the glowing lights of His Holiness. He can now see the smiles in their subtle faces. The melodies of the harps are soothing his somnolent spirit. At last the long journey is over; he can now have his rest.
