Wise Words From Six Feet Under

Here's a nibble for you to bite on. This is a piece of Abstract Writing that I often do:

Pre-script: Dont mind the anti-climaxing in the end. It's a hobby.

Dedicated to everybody who help me focus and write such stuff...

I write this from heaven. To warn all you humans to limit your thoughts to a common level and embrace what great minds have forbidden. Immerse yourself in the honey dew sweetness of materialistic joys and acceptance among your peers. Do not question that which should not be answered. Do not worry yourself with the meaning of life, with the unanswered doubt of the origin of all beings. Forget about the inner meaning to every instance in life. Live superficially. It is true – All the world is indeed a stage and all the people but mere actors. And there are rules to be followed by these actors. If you do not do the above said, you will end up in a parallel universe of useless thoughts with wasted potential and wasted life.

I hereby give you a narration of what inquisition and curiosity can do. Nuclear weapons are not the weapons of extreme destruction. It is the human mind which is the supreme destroyer. There is a section of the mind grave and dark. Reaching into it will bring no ‘good’. Reaching into it will lead you to question everything, even the meaning of ‘good; itself. If goodness is what is accepted by the common, then can bad be good if the common acceptance is manipulated? Then if bad and good are so relative to the sphere of the mind, and minds are different, then isn’t good for one bad for the other?

I always thought a little too much than what I should have. I was what humans call “curious”. Curiosity about the existence of aliens or even the strange phenomena of “sneezing” could have been a pardonable sin. But I sinned in a manner most unforgivable indeed. I was curious about death. I was often vexed with what the grave beyond had in store for us. I wondered how we would feel once the heart would stop beating and the brain stopped processing. I wondered whether we would feel at all. To know the truth and come back life was impossible. And yes, impossible is reality. Therefore there would have to be a selfish motive to kill myself. The motive was to know what happens after one is dead and savour the fact that the knowledge shall perish with me. Many others would surely know the cold truth but none would die with a purpose to now it.

So I did it. On a cold November morning, I slashed my wrist. Deep enough to let the blood squirt and ooze. Not deep enough to kill me instantly. For I believed…No… I “knew” that only a slow transition from the phase of pain to unconsciousness and unconsciousness to death and from death to beyond could teach me what I sought. It’s simple. We have been designed to learn by comparing and comparing is easier if change is vivid and gradual. The transition from pain to unconsciousness went rapidly. The rapidity was unexpected and therefore enjoyable, for anything which is predictable can never be exciting. In unconsciousness I learnt that the motive, though great, was too great to be borne by a mind so ordinary. I was dying. Again the weak thought of public acceptance crept in. people would call it suicide. They would judge me and brand me. Call me a psycho for slashing my wrist, a coward for not facing the world. Therefore I wrote this to tell you that there is motive behind this act of mine and that is a search for knowledge. If you still ridicule me for killing myself, I firstly pity you for not understanding the greatness of the motive. I mourn that the seriousness of the act does not interest you. Secondly, I rejoice and feel happy for you. Because you do not have the burden of a troubled mind seeking the eternal knowledge – the knowledge of death and beyond.

As I was spending the last moments of life I realized that I would never be able to share this experience with anybody ‘living’. I mourned for a second that the living would remain ignorant yet blissful. But in my last seconds of life I realized that what I was doing was definitely not ignorant, as explained by the ‘motive’, and surely not blissful because bliss has always been synonymous with joy to me. And slashing your wrist is no joy. Therefore as I was NOT ignorant and NOT blissful, I was blissfully ignorant.

But even in the last seconds of life, I was prone to the disease of the living – Falsehood. I was wrong. When I did die, I did realize the knowledge of the beyond. And now I share it with you. Sad as it is for the physical form of mine now not existing, it turns out the motive of death was to make a man realize the importance and the beauty of life. Unfortunate, isn’t it? My life was not beautiful because all of it was wasted with the thoughts of the feeling after death and it turns out death is only present to make you realize the importance of life. Ah! Irony - I’ve always been a fan. If you have not, then I pity you again. So at the end of my journey I am only left with pity for the living and extreme joy for them too. Fear for the ones who will do what I did and relief for the ones who will follow my words and limit their thoughts. As I said, great minds asked you to beware of superficial attractions and search for the meaning of ‘the beyond’. But they were useless great minds because they were the minds of the living. For a change, I present to you my own mind. It most definitely is great. And it is not living. It is the mind of a dead man. Therefore it is the wisest mind of all. Wise enough to show you that the most selfish motive of discovering the meaning of death is being written and presented to you thus making the most selfish, the most selfless.

It’s all so confusing and contradictory isn’t it? That’s what I love abou it. It is confusing. It is so hopelessly contradictory. It is exactly why I sit all day in this darned place of eternal joy called heaven and smile and laugh and ridicule everything. You ask me why I mock and ridicule? I’ll tell you why…

Because it’s all so bloody comical!