Is all rational?
In the pit he was weeping in a pool of his own blood, alive until he could feel every ounce of life lost from him. He thought his brain was being dissected, every neuron, every past connection established between reality, knowledge and truth was in a pain unbearable to him. The feeling was at the epitome of tragedy and yet there was a beauty found in this despair, the sole reason being he could feel it.
In the pit he was weeping in a pool of his own blood, alive until he could feel every ounce of life lost from him. He thought his brain was being dissected, every neuron, every past connection established between reality, knowledge and truth was in a pain unbearable to him. The feeling was at the epitome of tragedy and yet there was a beauty found in this despair, the sole reason being he could feel it.
He was beyond human. He was more human than any human ever was.
All he could muster for now was the memory of what he was thinking a day back. That in itself, could fill a book. In his study, while he had a smoke last night, this was his line of thought. He firmly believed everything that happens to a person, the sensations, why and how of it should be understood. If, in a situation, one is not clearly aware of what is happening, the window of hopelessness begins to appear. Hope is needed when one cannot understand, and when one cannot understand, one cannot act accordingly. Since there is no universal truth, hope is universal. It is a property of the universe which arose from the void created by rationality.
Often times, it is merely speculation that gets us through the day. A combination of blind belief with a tinge of reason. It is like a dish incompletely cooked, but serves the purpose of providing us with sufficient nutrients to salvage our stomach. And this, ONLY this is enough for someone so sensitive to over analyze things, people,memories,events to its grave and carry a weight which is almost unbearable in it's nature to even exist.
What is the purpose of living if not to understand living itself? Give me a hundred lifetimes, with the nature of our consciousness, the result will still be the same. That we are trapped in our own minds, so convoluted that self deception becomes synonymous with redemption itself.
There is no way out except death. Death is the purest form of escape, even though cowardly. But to choose being a coward requires a certain amount of courage and stupidity which has to co-exist in the right amount to just self-immolate. Nothing is never what it seems.
Is all rational?
