Introspection Of The Mental Sanctum

Think… The world…
So many, many people. Like the fibres constituting the felt covering a tennis ball.
And we have apparently evolved to beings that categorize similar thoughts of an order and call the thoughts “feelings”. What are feelings?

What is happiness, sadness, disappointment, anxiety, fear, excitement, anger, frustration? Names given to states of minds? What makes you so sure that the description of the feeling is so perfect that it is felt in the exact same manner by all beings?

When I’m happy every neuron in my system is lit up like a Christmas tree. Then, when you're happy, is every neouron in your mind the exact Christmas tree as mine? What if the glittering star on top is missing on your tree? Does it really matter? Can two people ever share the exact same feeling? Not superficially. My query is about the intricacies of the unknown...

Good, Bad, Nothing …
Who decides? The cruder the object of debate, the harsher is the conflict of values. I say coffee is bad. You say good. Crude…
I say capitalism. You say communism. It is after all the individual paradigm which attaches any moral, practical or logical value to a thought.

What I perceive as a world full of light, a battlefield to be explored, a dome for love to blossom, You see as the deepest nook out of Hell, with misery and suffering accompanying every step. Little Johnny may not like the rain, but what’ll little Johnny eat if the rains don’t nourish his farms?

The universe is like a film of still water. Achieve all the goodness you want to, the ripple will disrupt some distant unforeseen part of the blanket, ripping a few holes in the finely knitted film of nothingness. Don’t sneeze… what if the repercussion is the toppling of a bus full of innocent children into the abyss of a river at unrest in a parallel universe? You’ll never know where your actions end up, or what they end up doing. The future is not in our hands, it’s in our minds.

What is right? What is wrong?

Think. The World.
So many, many people…