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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

New Blog Description

Posted on 11:56 PM by Unknown
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Without any impersonal, undramatic statements, or any negations of any of my previous blog descriptions, I change my existing blog description, “My Freedom is your Beauty” to “is an act of finding an extension for existence.” I subsequently changed my background image as well, along with some of the colours of the titles.

The question, if these changes can carry any significant difference in the contents of the blog or in the furthering of the different dimensions of existence, can only be answered by time. But if one looks at the current Description, “…is an act of finding an extension for existence,” one can get a glimpse of the truth that lay hidden before us in time. This fragment of sentence, with its hidden subject acts as a reminder of all human present, the idea we all understand as ‘now’. In our ephemeral, yet eternal moments of the present, the now, the beginning and the results are unknown to us, kept away from us, sometimes buried in our memories.      

Here, the questions are, ‘what is an act of finding an extension for existence?’ or ‘Is it The Indian Commentator, that is the act of finding an extension for existence?’ or ‘Is the Indian Commentator an act? Isn’t it a material, a virtual material?’ or more serious and significant questions such as ‘Does existence require an extension?’ Or ‘Doesn’t existence is enough and complete in itself?’

To all these questions I owe the impetus of this change of blog description. These questions did not follow; on the contrary, the Description followed the questions. My life has encountered a significant event that made me ask myself the latter part of the questions I wrote above—about if existence actually needs an extension.

I found the path to answer. But I am sure; this path will lead me to many other paths and many other forms of knowledge. Perhaps, I would learn that none of these questions has answers; who knows. My life has been transformed into a search for the answers to these questions. This is the basic reason why I thought of transmutating one of the virtual organs of my communication with the external world into a similar form into which I changed, or at least a reflection of some sort of change, if not successfully replicating the exact changes that occurred in me, in words and pictures, according to that very conviction that made me write this passage.

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Of course, what else is ‘change’ other than convictions and negotiations with what we know and we learnt. The path I found towards the answers of the spinal questions of existence is perhaps, a personal one. It doesn’t seem fit to me to reveal it here on this platform, since there are many people reading it and some of them might find it extremely obsessing that they might use it in unintended ways. And it could also be possible that some of you might find it ridiculous. So let me keep my path to my own world, the little personal space I got. But still, as a matter of fact, one will learn about it in the future posts, if one is careful enough to read them closely, and in my future writing, God willing, in other platforms and occasions.

I surely feel it necessary to find or attach some extensions to human existence. These extensions could be possible in many forms and in many names. About one thing I am absolutely sure, now, this is the conviction I reached at and this is the change I wanted to make from this day onwards: yes, existence in itself is not complete. It requires extensions.

Let’s start out with a prayer.

O my God, I love you with my whole heart and
above all things, because you are infinitely good
and perfect; and in my love for you, I love my
neighbour as myself. Grant that I may love you
more and more in this life, and in the next, for all
eternity.

Still, I must add that my convictions about the path I found toward answers in life are not without unsteadiness. A constant urge to know the truth and not to waste away this life anymore hangs with all these decisions and convictions like a peacock’s tail.

It must be just a glimpse of the path that I found. But I felt happy and at home. My soul feels joy and enthusiasm for life. All because I saw this glimpse, and so it is to follow that very glimpse of life, I would like to use my capabilities. How strange it is, all my capabilities seem to come from that very same path I glimpsed during these days. 
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