Thursday, September 18, 2008

They complain about the state of the world, about terrorism, about religious riots, about investment banks collapsing ... and about how sad they are. They also seem to suggest that apparently there is some virtue in sadness – life is 'meant' to be a struggle and one has to fight it out, all the while 'society' being the ready reason and excuse for every action or lack of it.

And yes, they are scared of love. If I were asked to name a common trait that unites all those that live behind the veil of 'society', this is it – they fear love. And they fear the thought of thinking about it.

I often have people confronting me about what I write on my blog, or live by. They are thoroughly distressed or disturbed with my views and seek to earnestly change it. I do not understand their disturbance. I do not care about their disagreement with my views - they have every right to have their views and it is heartening to know they think enough to disagree with something. But the fact that they almost plead to get me to change my views is something I do not understand - isn't it alright to agree to disagree?

That is the microcosm, reflecting clearly on the macrocosm of the world. On an individual level, tolerance to ideas is so limited that people constantly seek to change each other's views. There is a great feeling of insecurity when your partner chooses a different lifestyle than yours, when your boss rejects your ideas, when your friend wishes to live by herself when you believe in the family system. It is a collection of these individuals and their feelings that makes up the so called society, which obviously manifests the same qualities at a larger level.

So while individuals do not tolerate personal choices, the society does not tolerate choices of religion, economics, entertainment ... and it is interesting that when people use society as an excuse, they somehow do not seem to be a part of it.

To me, the so called 'society' does not exist. It is only a figment of collective imagination that has been fortified over centuries to be used by people as a shield against thought. For thought but naturally leads a human to the highest ideal, where there is no reason for the collective to exist – where there is no division for the need of a collective.

Have we become so enamoured with the physical vehicle that the mental path is being pushed away so desperately? I still wonder what it is about power and politics among individuals that is more intoxicating than the love of the self. One seeks power through work, money, status, etc. when one does not love oneself enough, and yet wants acceptance amongst others. In a way, it is about getting others to do what you refuse to do for yourself. Politics, of course, is the means to power.

How about giving a thought to thought? Once we start creating the true sense, through conscious intent, the veil of 'society' is bound to fade, for it never existed.

Beyond that, the universe is mental; I am my imagination.