It's I, the illusive 'I'
The burning question of reality is that who I am or where I from and where I am going ultimately, not from the scientific consciousness but obviously from the view point of pure logical aspect as well as metaphysical concern. After my getting sensation of biological existence, my realization of physical demands seem to be encircled by hunger for food and hunger for sex and I keep struggling for those demands in the physical world as the part of my physical existence. Beyond those raw senses, I hardly feel my spiritual as well as higher mental necessities, which was doped ultimately in the core of my abstract being. Naturally I am in the same basic level with the animal world and it is almost impossible for me to feel, cherish and culture the spiritual demands without efforts, which is the fashion of rowing against the natural stream. At last I come to a decision that human race has pretty wide range of existence, can be classified as: Instinctual, Sub instinctual and Supra instinctual level of existence. I feel a compact fashion of control of nature over my all sorts of movement, which absolutely diminishes my identity as well as supremacy. I always feel some built-in tools of controlling mechanism of nature around me: such as, random choices, death, birth, time, space, overwhelming ness, relativity, gravity and the feelings of infinity.
Sometimes I cast my attention and intelligence in the realm of infinity, in the real physical world, can be mentioned as 'space' as per astronomical terminology, targeted as final frontier by the arrogant innovators of the world, but the reality is that here nature stretches its hands in a dimension of illusion where there is no beginning and no end, but there is end of the beginning indeed.
How you feel by these: NO1 NO2 NO3 NO4 NO5
NO1: Our neibouring galaxy, Andromeda
NO2: M6 Starfield
NO3: Omega rising over TSP
NO4: Lagoon & Trifid
NO5: Comet, Hyakutake
A mortal voice coaxing at the door
Such is the expression of a little fraction of ultimate intelligence; how do I compare myself with this absolute entity, where I am not a viewer but a vision of ultimate; it makes senses because every creation has a built-in identity illusion. I feel as I am nobody in fact.
Great Nebula in Orion
