Maya...the ethereal temptress..
I feel it is about time for a post which has more substance and meaning to it then just..you know..pee and turd.Those posts,no doubt had a certain degree of entertainment value to them,exhibited my writing prowess only in a certain genre.I am ,thus compelled to use words like 'compelled' in this post just to show my readers my thoughts and ideas extend beyond excrements of any kind.But do not worry,this is only a phase,my nonsensical,churlish writings will soon commence after this.
I am still puzzled as to why I chose,what i have,as the subject for my newest post.Maybe i will unconsciously answer that as i write further,may be not...find out.
Maya...the illusion.
We go about our live seeing,hearing,feeling and even be-ing,without questioning,and blindly accepting.We are so used to existing within the confines of reality,so used to observing the world through such a sharp focus that we neglect the blurred edges.It is these edges that our eyes consciously omit,because they remind us how fickle reality really is.But we are,rather perversely,attracted to this idea of illusion.The cinema industry is founded on the fact that we can easily accept a concept that isn't true,and maybe that is why it is so easy to lie.
We are all products of our illusions.We carry them around everywhere,exhibit them,peddle them like a vice.Everyone of us,from the skimpily dressed girl,who is convinced that the image she is projecting,a media-drilled image is true,to the guy who goes around listening to rap,mouthing the lyrics,convinced he is from the 'ghetto'.Maybe we wear these illusions as a safeguard,for it will not hurt,if our illusion is dismissed,disregarded or opposed,because it doesn't reflect our beliefs or idea.
But illusion,to be defined is the presence,or belief of existence of something which doesn't.Common sense dictates that it is foolish to believe in something that does not exist.Our mind cannot fathom that the coin is still in the magician's hand,simply because we can't see it.Our eyes then convince the mind that the coin was behind the person's ear only because it is seen to appear there.But it is this faithful adherence to the concept of illusion that defines us as human.Our dreams,goals are all but different molds of illusion.It is the strength that aides the surmounting of the unconquerable,the BELIEF that a person can wade through the turbulent waters to save a child.Maybe it is this illusion,or the clarity of it that gives a super hero his powers..its his CAUSE.Maybe the matrix wasn't just all about leather jackets,and corny dialogues,there was a underlined idea,a world glazed with a layer of illusion,a illusion that we all try fight,but at the same time express a need to be a part of it....
Maya....the alluring sin,.....
