Mathematics of Mortality; Poetry of Immortality
One hundred billion humans were born and died, before I happened and could internalize that ephemerally, I am part of this mathematics of magnitude but, with unimaginably un-expressible poetry of brilliant potentials of probabilities. It is what the consciousness of ‘I’ experiences, as it witnesses ‘Me’ and its theatrical demonstrativeness, performing to the scripts of life-living causalities.
The queer and mystically marvelous juxtaposition of contrasting feel of this massive reality, stretched before Me, which I can experience, makes me wonder – Has the reality been designed this way or is it my cognitive structures, which witnesses them in multidimensionality? Are they there in form-finality, or is it inside my brain states? Whichever way; this baffling, mesmerizing yet, thought-numbing dimensions of reality are experienced and internalized, as I Witness Me.
The Sun rises, after every sunset; yet my optimism never; after sinking beyond the horizon of probabilities. As I Witness Me, unraveling before it the realities of humanity, its crumbling and criminalized edifices and the cosmic constructs in its holism; the rainbowish landscapes of realities are manifest. Like the ocean, offering not a single drop of water for a parched throat; my mental panorama sees no worthiness in humanity universe of 7.5 billion heads. I sink into the inquisition – Is this design of destined finality of reality or is it just what human potentials and propensities have un-conscientiously transformed their world into.
Infinite such thoughts and feelings journey the landscape of my Consciousness, as I Witness Me. It is well within the known and internalized reality of I’s already witnessed inventory that all these are not only what I alone have witnessed or witnessing. Millions before ‘Me’ have done the same and millions after ‘I’ shall have the same registry of reality as their ‘I’ shall witness ‘Me’. The probabilities are – the ‘I’, the Milieus and the Witnessing are all generic to the Media called Consciousness. The cyclicality between dialectical realities of Consciousness and Milieus is immortal. I am part of ephemeral entity of mathematics of billions born and dead but the processes and their poetry are immortal.
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