Abyss of Imagination: ARCANE ARGUMENTS

Friday, February 18, 2011

ARCANE ARGUMENTS

Stability of nature Vs Rights of animals

Being at the highest level of evolution, humans gifted with intelligence is currently ruling the earth. And humans have taken it as their responsibility to maintain the stability of nature not just in the name of obligation to nature but with the future in view. As a result we hear of conservation of endangered species.

It just passed through my ear without making any impact until I happened to be at the Zoo at Trivandrum.

Conservation for whose sake?How do a tiger benefit by having its family or genus conserved?The answer would be for the sake of entire nature,as the food chain would be affected.What caused this imbalance in food-chain?The thoughtless activities of humans.And the conservationists admit with regret and with some pride that now they are correcting by conserving. In this name the hapless animals that happens to be caught spend their lifetime behind the bars.They are given food and water and some lucky animals even get an acre of land for themselves.But just a question-given all these facilities and the intelligence to end ones life what would you choose?Suppose after a 10000 years you gets caught by your successors far different from humans and if they treat you similarly what would be your reaction?And what if they force breed you?Is nature more important that freedom of its children?It is better to be short-sighted and compassionate that to be an advocate of future.Life is just a matter of moments be it the life of humans or birds.

Life is not a matter of masses.The life of a single individual and a 1000 individuals are just the same.Future irrespective of its length is of lesser importance than the present moment.True that hierarchy exists in nature.But it is the only option behind nature.And every animal plays the role of predator and prey.Humans being at the highest level is exempted out of the role of prey. Humans may crush ants beneath the feet,but elephants can do the same to humans. Thus in a way nature ensures justice to all.But when humans starts playing the role of rulers of nature this simple rule is shamelessly violated.Just as it is an injustice to experiment on a human being it is an injustice to experiment on an animal.Intelligence and hierarchy may be justification for anything but never for taking away freedom without giving back even companionship.

A single peacocks or tigers freedom is far more important than the conservation of its own genus, the benefits of which, it is even unaware. Freedom is the rule of nature,it is the birth right of animals and humans irrespective of the justification they may produce for denying the unlucky few of the same, is going against nature. Mother Nature would prefer getting destroyed or would device its own methods for self-protection rather than watching her kids being deprived of the basic rights.

(Dharma the bull,now seems to be standing on a single leg).

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It is recovered.
What? - Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of the sun in the sea.

O my eternal soul,
Hold fast to desire
In spite of the night
And the day on fire.

You must set yourself free
From the striving of Man
And the applause of the World
You must fly as you can...

- No hope forever
No orietur.
Science and patience,
The torment is sure.

The fire within you,
Soft silken embers,
Is our whole duty
But no one remembers.

It is recovered.
What? Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of the sun in the sea

Translation of poem by Arthur Rimbaud, Une Saison en Enfer (Alchemy of the Word)

" Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

- William Shakespeare,Macbeth, 1606

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

The Calling

I heard the footsteps

in the sand

but no one

was around.

I saw the lightning

in the sky

but then

there was

no sound.

I heard a voice

so softly then

seep into

my dreams,

Still the moisture

did evaporate

with the rising

of the sun.

Yet at dusk

I heard you calling

beckoning love divine

seek no sign external,

eternal essence lies,

In the cool of night's journey,

in the breath that is the star's

softly lilting in the morning

when the sun unfurls his eye

At the darkened shadows

hurling somber bolts of light

a purer truth unveiling

the light that torches night.

-S.K.Lindeman

“If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.”

W.B.Yeats

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

-Rudyard Kipling

I Felt A Funeral In My Brain

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

- Emily Dickinson

Song of the Soul

In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song - a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.

How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fear of
Harsh ears.

When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.

The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glittering stars; my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.

It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.

It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?

It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?

It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
What string could quiver it?

Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?

-Kahlil Gibran

When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world

-Mary Oliver