Firstly, Arambath.
We start out, knowing little of what it is to be, of what is to come. There is no conception of things, entities, or even of the self. The universe is one fluid, homogenous ocean of stimuli, in which one finds oneself floating, sinking, and swimming at different points in time. ‘Who am I?’ does not ring pertinence in this epic drama as yet.
As knowledge & intellect gradually nestle into the consciousness however, one begins to look at what was only seen thus far; listen to what was only heard – intelligence, choice and logic grow into demigods. The pursuit begins, clearing out the paths ahead bit by bit; one begins to see beyond the here and now, deriving basis what has been and is, to gain some sight of what is to be.
And as one proceeds on these paths, staying the course with oneself, one grows... in confidence, self & social worth, and in general well-being. The world is all one wants it to be, clockwork set in motion... An efficient system of reinforcing causes and effects, most of which interfere positively with one's evolving state of being.
One is, by all accounts, happy.
Then, one notices a voice.
It is faintly audible at first. The words seem to tumble into each other, on a slippery-sliding path of unintelligibility. Intrigued, for intellectual integrity sits close to one's being, one tries to listen carefully. The voice seems to pay heed to its newfound audience, almost moving closer to one’s outstretched ear. The message is still rather blurred, taking its time to dust off the still heavy strains of incoherence, when one sees a light flash in front of one’s eyes. And as if in sync with that apparition, the voice amplifies into a deafening wall of white-coloured noise right in that split second.
One’s eyes are still, and ears in deafening silence, inhabited only by a quaint ring left behind as an after-shadow of that flood of elemental sound. One now no longer sees, hears, or even thinks. One only floats.
And for the first time since the dawn of meaning, intelligence and knowledge, one sees the waves underlying everything that have comprised one’s universe thus far. These waves, of essential void, are at times gentle, at times rough, but unfailingly constant in their integrity and truthfulness. Looking at the universe with this perspective hollows out all that is around and within, leaving very little matter of consequence.
There remains only the energy that is the self, balancing a raft on a slow-motion waterfall, along with all the other incidentals that fill up time and space.
The paths, the rites, meanings and purposes have all faded away. One exists, to paint a canvas that exists only for oneself, with colours that one alone creates.
One is free, in the void that fills the universe. One, is back to where it all began, where all things begin; where nothings remains the same, and yet nothing changes.
Arambath erambath arambath erambath arambath erambath aaro...
We start out, knowing little of what it is to be, of what is to come. There is no conception of things, entities, or even of the self. The universe is one fluid, homogenous ocean of stimuli, in which one finds oneself floating, sinking, and swimming at different points in time. ‘Who am I?’ does not ring pertinence in this epic drama as yet.
As knowledge & intellect gradually nestle into the consciousness however, one begins to look at what was only seen thus far; listen to what was only heard – intelligence, choice and logic grow into demigods. The pursuit begins, clearing out the paths ahead bit by bit; one begins to see beyond the here and now, deriving basis what has been and is, to gain some sight of what is to be.
And as one proceeds on these paths, staying the course with oneself, one grows... in confidence, self & social worth, and in general well-being. The world is all one wants it to be, clockwork set in motion... An efficient system of reinforcing causes and effects, most of which interfere positively with one's evolving state of being.
One is, by all accounts, happy.
Then, one notices a voice.
It is faintly audible at first. The words seem to tumble into each other, on a slippery-sliding path of unintelligibility. Intrigued, for intellectual integrity sits close to one's being, one tries to listen carefully. The voice seems to pay heed to its newfound audience, almost moving closer to one’s outstretched ear. The message is still rather blurred, taking its time to dust off the still heavy strains of incoherence, when one sees a light flash in front of one’s eyes. And as if in sync with that apparition, the voice amplifies into a deafening wall of white-coloured noise right in that split second.
One’s eyes are still, and ears in deafening silence, inhabited only by a quaint ring left behind as an after-shadow of that flood of elemental sound. One now no longer sees, hears, or even thinks. One only floats.
And for the first time since the dawn of meaning, intelligence and knowledge, one sees the waves underlying everything that have comprised one’s universe thus far. These waves, of essential void, are at times gentle, at times rough, but unfailingly constant in their integrity and truthfulness. Looking at the universe with this perspective hollows out all that is around and within, leaving very little matter of consequence.
There remains only the energy that is the self, balancing a raft on a slow-motion waterfall, along with all the other incidentals that fill up time and space.
The paths, the rites, meanings and purposes have all faded away. One exists, to paint a canvas that exists only for oneself, with colours that one alone creates.
One is free, in the void that fills the universe. One, is back to where it all began, where all things begin; where nothings remains the same, and yet nothing changes.
Arambath erambath arambath erambath arambath erambath aaro...
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