What is what?

I wanted to address this issue here because it is a very profound issue that the human kind is in turmoil with. What is what? Before we go into the topic in detail, shall we discuss something else too?

When we see a person, a place or a thing, we always have some opinion in our mind, right? Something like.. How beautiful is this flower.. or how ugly is this person! OR how gross is this thing! According to our trail of thoughts in our secretive minds, our facial reactions change from yewww to wow or vice versa. (Mind you! It is no more a secret!)

Now let me get on to the fundamental issue I was supposed to address. I shall start this with a question. What is beautiful and what is ugly or gross according to you? Does it determine anything true or is it false?

What is pleasant or unpleasant according to you? Why does it determine your postive or negative behaviour towards that thing/person/place? Is there a rule book where people who are dark/ stout/ bald/ old/ very thin or however you percieve ugliness to be are supposed to be called/treated as ugly? Or are the people who are slender/ fair-complexioned/ young/ attractive or however you percieve beauty to be are supposed to be called as beautiful and treated accordingly?

I am sure there is no rule book as such and all these factors are based on man's mind and his perceptions on things. Then why should man treat his kin according to the complexion of their skin/ their facial features or their body shape or even the size of their wallet?

Do give it a thought, guys! In this world, who is ugly and who is beautiful? Who is gross or who is attractive? When there is nothing implied or stated in any kind of rule book either constitutional or spiritual, why do we treat others according to the conditioning of our minds?

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Being perfect with perfection

What does it mean to be perfect? Does the word 'perfect' have an exact dictionary meaning? Of Course, all words have. These are the different meanings listed in a dictionary.

per·fect

  [adj., n. pur-fikt; v. per-fekt]  Show IPA

adjective

1.

conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an idealtype: a perfect sphere; a perfect gentleman.

2.

excellent or complete beyond practical or theoretical improvement: There is no perfect legal code. The proportions of thistemple are almost perfect.

3.

exactly fitting the need in a certain situation or for a certain purpose: a perfect actor to play Mr. Micawber; a perfect saw forcutting out keyholes.

4.

entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings: a perfectapple; the perfect crime.

5.

accurate, exact, or correct in every detail: a perfect copy.

Now, given the meaning, I shall ask you 'What do you mean by flaws?' I am sure that you would provide the dictionary meaning or definition which might not even be universal. God or whatever you call it, nature or supernatural or anything, has sprinkled a sense of wildness in every existence. 

Do you remember? When you go out of control, you go wild. But have you ever wondered of what do you go out of control? It doesn't mean you have gone out of control of anything great. You have gone beyond the pangs of a society. 

The society is man-made and tries to instill a sense of dread and discipline in every being's character by birth. In some ways, it might be advantageous but in many other ways it is just pinning down the natural sense of wildness in every being. 

Every creation of (let's call it God) is uneven, unequal but non-chaotic. Man's system of the society or organizations try to make everyone perfect but end up in utter turmoil and chaos. On the surface of the Earth, there are mountains, plains, ditches, deserts and the ocean. In the sky, we can find the plain blue sky painted with embossed and irregular white and dark clouds, the Moon/Sun and the distant, twinkling stars. 

How will it be when there are cemented pavements everywhere instead of the randomness that the Earth holds? How will it be if all oceans are transparent, reflecting it's own perfect colour according to man and his society? Quite a drag, right?

Then why, as creations of God, we are always in the quest to find perfection? What is wrong in being the way you are, created by the perfectionist of his own way? 

The parellel galaxies

Yesterday night, I was reading a fantasy story book which got me engrossed. I couldn't take my eyes off it and so I continued reading it through the night. I found myself to be a constant observer of the happenings that was recorded in the book. I was introduced to many fictitious charecters, living and non-living. I was on-board the adventure that the charecters faced, I could imagine to ground reality the adversities that they faced and how they won over all of it.

During this time, my mother had returned back home. She had no keys and so had no other choice but to use the calling bell. I was so engrossed in my own fictitious world that I had lost track of time, I lost my response to the five senses and as a result, could not hear the endless ding-dong of the whizzing electric bell.

Later, only when I heard the land-line phone that was quite near me buzz to life, did I notice the calling bell's exhaustive screech. 

From this incident and other similar incidents, is it possible to infer that the place we live in now cannot be the ground reality but one of the parallel galaxies that we traverse into? 

Then where do we actually dwell? In our minds or on 'Earth'?

Is our reality actually fiction?

To make this sound seemingly interesting, let me ask you ‘Where am I now?’ Well, you’d say, how do I know. But the answer might actually be pretty simple. Am I in the  Universe>Earth>Continent>Country>State>City>Locality>Road>Street>Flat>Apartment number.>in a room>in my body? That might perhaps make sense. (I know you were lazy enough to skip reading the above line)

                           

But I disagree. I say I mostly live inside my mind. And I really hope that it is true with each one of us. When we communicate with another person, we always communicate from our mind. When we sit idly, we are in constant conversations with our mind, when we watch TV or read a book or browse the internet, it always seems like we react within and from our mind.

Yet, this mind also goes away to the so-called non-reality to the most eccentric people whom we either consider mad or call as ‘the enlightened’. Sometimes for us, who really have the sense to think about something out-of-the-box, our mind seems to travel far away from where the rock solid floor bares our body.

So, if we always live in our mind which seems to dwindle far away from our existing bodily form, then what is the place that our body resides in called as? Is that something we call ‘mind’ the reality or the forests, cities, houses, people and material that we experience through our five senses a reality? Are we actually living a dream? Doesn’t it sound fascinating?

Readers, I request you to comment below and convey your most significant views on the topic as this blog is not all about me, but a combined effort of us, to find what is called ‘the reality’.