The Chronicles Of Nood: Twisted to the Sublime
(From The Twisted to the Sublime of my Psyche)
Looking Through the Necessary Illusion of Existence.
It should have not come to me as a surprise that my preoccupation and concern to define life’s purpose, or the need to find a higher meaning of existence as a whole, is not a cultural manifestations of our modern times but an innate primodial need to answer’s life mystery. Now, there are highly sophisticated approaches of solving these philosophical questions or problems. We have been pursuing for many centuries among the post-literate civilizations of the world. What is uniquely modern in the true sense of the word is the average person’s have a rather easy access through new technologies to not only the vast archives of the knowledge of the past, but also to the exponentially advancing currents in science and discovery.
The process of demystification still baffled the human mind for generations. Also, much that intrigued the mind, inspired, awe, and appealed to human aesthetic senses, is losing ground, or so it seems. We now find scientific, and quite a lot of materials, explanations for many of the mysteries of nature, as well as our own cognitive faculties that perceive, interpret, and react to, our very own observations and encounters. We know how art and physics go hand in hand to bring about sensations of pleasure and pain in our psyche. We know what chemical reactions within our system are responsible for the emotions of rage, hatred, depression, anxiety, and joy etc. We have discovered centers within the brain that, when stimulated or damaged by disease or accident, trigger spirituality, contemplative self-reflection, or, perhaps, dispassionate objectivity, even total abandonment.
It is not too difficult to see that joy, beauty, tragedy and ugliness do not have a separate, independent existence apart from the human cognitive faculties. What creates beauty, for instance, is the reaction of the human brain to a certain stimulus, as dictated by the brain’s circuitry or hardware, programmed by its genetic codes that gave it the propensity to be revamped by and respond to certain environmental influences.
What is my point to this? Actually, NOTHING! But given the opportunity, man’s natural curiosity inevitably leads to the unraveling of mysteries of nature, and given the option, the pleasure of knowledge and understanding of the machinery of existence exceeds the innocent delight in the fantasies that somehow we can solve the meaning or the purpose of our own existence. But I know, I will never have the answer. Maybe, you will.
It is not Who we are inside, but it is in What We Do that truly Defines Us.
The process of demystification still baffled the human mind for generations. Also, much that intrigued the mind, inspired, awe, and appealed to human aesthetic senses, is losing ground, or so it seems. We now find scientific, and quite a lot of materials, explanations for many of the mysteries of nature, as well as our own cognitive faculties that perceive, interpret, and react to, our very own observations and encounters. We know how art and physics go hand in hand to bring about sensations of pleasure and pain in our psyche. We know what chemical reactions within our system are responsible for the emotions of rage, hatred, depression, anxiety, and joy etc. We have discovered centers within the brain that, when stimulated or damaged by disease or accident, trigger spirituality, contemplative self-reflection, or, perhaps, dispassionate objectivity, even total abandonment.
It is not too difficult to see that joy, beauty, tragedy and ugliness do not have a separate, independent existence apart from the human cognitive faculties. What creates beauty, for instance, is the reaction of the human brain to a certain stimulus, as dictated by the brain’s circuitry or hardware, programmed by its genetic codes that gave it the propensity to be revamped by and respond to certain environmental influences.
What is my point to this? Actually, NOTHING! But given the opportunity, man’s natural curiosity inevitably leads to the unraveling of mysteries of nature, and given the option, the pleasure of knowledge and understanding of the machinery of existence exceeds the innocent delight in the fantasies that somehow we can solve the meaning or the purpose of our own existence. But I know, I will never have the answer. Maybe, you will.
It is not Who we are inside, but it is in What We Do that truly Defines Us.
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