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View from the loo, 38000 ft in the air somewhere above Tehran.
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Pythagoras Files.
An emergent variable in a constant cage.
Belief systems are best not tampered with. If you’ve grown up in a stereotypical god-fearing Indian household, you absolutely do not want to do that. You do not want to be in a position where you have to explain to your sixth aunt (who’s name you can’t remember at this point in time) why they haven’t seen you at the weekly keerthan for the past four years or so. Beliefs, I think are bestowed upon us as kids. Those are then supported with The Ideal Boy posters. That takes care of you ever having to think about anything other than what clothes to wear to the next big wedding in the family of the cousin you haven’t spoken to in about the same timeframe (four years). And then, the threads loosen up. What they told you was the biggest fear in all of the post 9 PM TV shows. Why do you think they have the highest TRP anyway? Because they’re comforting. They tell you its absolutely okay not to think for yourself. Not to embrace any kind of change. Stay put. Stay constant. In the past couple of months, as my belief systems shatter, one by one (and I gladly let them despite desperate attempts by the only one who loves me unconditionally), I knew what was happening. I didn’t quite know why. I knew it was human nature to devise tools and techniques to make life easier to navigate, but who in their right mind would want to complicate it further, or be okay with being unsure? But then, I don’t think we were designed to stay put. Aren’t we perfect examples of the phenomenon of emergence? Wasn’t the first particle in the universe programmed with two simple rules? Fusion and Fission. And look at us now. We’re all products of emergence, based on those two simple rules. See, this is where the God bit comes in. I cannot be an atheist, for I believe the first particles came pre-programmed (unless they were programmed to program themselves, in which case, they were still programmed). Thing is, I don’t think anything’s overseeing the progress of that little experiment right at the beginning of the beginning. In that sense, God probably lasted a Planck time (10 power -43 seconds). God was a programmer of natural phenomenon, and he like many of us got kicks out of watching things being take form – units coming together based on a set of rules to form something new. God put time in an infinite loop (as far as we know) and was extremely savvy of ultra-advanced cloud computing (imagine the kind of processing power required to run that kind of a program). Respect. So if we are emergent beings, how is it that we’ve managed to cage ourselves in constancy. My dilemma with any belief system is that it is that–a system that is constant, based on a belief. And all constant systems are rigid, and hence they fall. There is nothing that has not been preceded or succeeded, so how is it that we find comfort in an all-enduring, unchanging cocoon? Why is it that we want to institutionalize everything around us, and create products that obey? It is quite disappointing that we aren’t tolerant of our own natural state of constant change. But then we aren’t tolerant of a lot of things completely natural to us. Refer to what’s ↓.
Rant. Rant. Rant.
Re-Generate, the document.
Re-Generate Poster Series. One for every chapter.
Would you fancy some fireworks today?
Light Tribe Inspired. Dance Now, Will you?
Funny what Seashells can conjure, with just a little bit of logic.
When the time comes to go, What will be your flying machine? Featuring Creature 16.
There's also something sacred about alien-esque forms.
Astroid Clock Explorations.
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