Labyrinth of Paradox

You might think I'm a little cuckoo but who on earth hasn't given a thought to the meta-physical side of humans? We aren't kids so we know human brain is not only literally complex but also figuratively intricate. It's like an enigma machine which changes it's default settings every hour, in every fleeting second. Besides, it gives us the superpowers to think hypothetically. It allows us to think about things that doesn't even exists in a parallel or virtual universe (who knows). Let's say 'Time'. How do we know that we live in a three dimension reality and not four dimension? And the reason we can't control or alter time because we're inside it. But then for us fourth dimension is abstract, isn't? See? Paradox. What we do is we fight an everyday battle against it, to decode every of its encrypted data to sneak a view of the reality.

Another intriguing fact is human existence. Who are we actually in this vast universe? Is our existence real or virtual like our mirror images. Let's compare it Schrodinger's equation ( remember where a cat, a radioactive substance and a flask of poison are sealed together? ). What do we draw from the scenario? Until and unless we open the sealed box the cat may be simultaneously both, alive and dead. In the same way, we're aware of our existence because we believe there's an thinking entity which makes us exist. We exist because we 'Believe'.

But what happens to us after we drift off asleep? How do I know if I'm the same person when I wake up in the next morning? What if my body, my thoughts and ideas are just things that have created an illusion that I exist? Well they seem to, atleast when I'm awake. Again talking on a hypothetically plane we can imagine ourselves as individuals voyaging over an overly stretched blue ocean, slowly dragging us into a pit of oblivion.

How startling it is to think how the dreaming self invents new realities for every whistling bird, for every roaring wave, for every stranger walking down the street.

Now let us assume our brains as labyrinths. A labyrinth growing in size, in complexity with fleeting time. And we're isolated souls and spirits matching into its maze. It isn't just a maze. It's a labyrinth the spot lights one's life. It teaches us to question our own existence. And we didn't enter inside it to get it all done. We make mistakes, we retrace back to where it all started. Also there's no such place not worth revisiting. We double back to find the pieces of ourselves that still clutch the same issues like a baby clutching it's pacifier.

Well life is a paradox. All our lives are. There is a tension to grapple with if we're to live another day. And all paradoxes meet within you. It's just as if you make a circle, from the centre you draw many lines towards the periphery. On the periphery, the circumference the lines are very far away. But when they move towards the centre, they come closer and closer and exactly on the centre they become one point.