Science is one tough lady for a
person to love. She is not only difficult, but treacherous- She will leave you
when you need her the most. However, for most part, She is fun to be with.
Eager to lead you on an adventure if and when you discover her. The affair for
itself is oddly amusing- open for the world to know, and extremely secretive
where only You and your Lady know the intricate details. More people have died
loving her, than lovers in a conventional romantic relationship. They have
fixated and spent maybe an entirety of a lifetime exploring just a single part
of her. So much so for foreplay.
While at times frustratingly
quiet, for it speaks without words. The universality of it transcends our life
in perhaps every possible way.
Einstein once said that that the
biggest mystery and perhaps the funniest thing about that mystery is that we
are trying to figure out something of what we ourselves are a part of. It’s
quite a simple an observation. Delving into the depths of it, it is maybe the
most beautiful thing I have ever come across. Literally.
I am not a morning person, unless
I have some business or lectures to attend to in the morning. I find mornings
very unproductive. Everyone is busy with their lives. Going to jobs they do not
love, working for people they do not like, speaking what they do not believe
in, talking what is certainly not what they are thinking of.
Nights on the other hand, are
quiet. Calm. Serene. Listening to violin, cello, piano or any piece of
classical music, away from home, alone, taking in the cool wind is oddly
overwhelming.
It has been about three months
since I last updated. I scribbled- typed basically a lot of random notes and
stuff. None of it makes sense. Why does it have to? Why does it always have to
make sense? Why can’t we embrace the chaos? Maybe the biggest problem is that
we try to make sense of chaos. That is the problem.
The problem is not chaos, but the
way we look at it. In mathematics, either it’s a linear system or a non-linear
system. Why the binary? Why not accept something for what it is rather than for
what we are trying to project it as?
What is life’s greatest mystery
that we are yet to uncover?
I was watching Person of
Interest, a TV series that I never heard of and a friend suggested it quite
recently. A character Mr Finch says, “I am hiding in plain sight Mr Reese, I am
there for all to see, only nobody notices me”.
What secrets of the Universe lay
hidden in plain sight? What is most apparent, yet no one has uncovered it? Is
it still there, or has it been lost over centuries of squabbling over the
trivial, or our own selfish need have made us so blind to what has been the
obvious?
Run away. Ran far. Run till you
can breathe no more, feel your legs will fall off. Run till there’s a searing
pain in your stomach. Run till you can think of nothing else. Your mind is blank.
That.
Just that.