Asif Khan Inc.

Choice

Have we ever had a choice to make a choice?

Since the moment we attain a conscious understanding of things and a perceptible sense of our surroundings, our minds are conditioned to assimilate the concept of making a choice through our earliest memories of getting the wrong ones in place. And to drill things down to a simplistic level, there is always either the Right choice or the Wrong choice – absolute dichromatism. Which as a concept starts going a bit haywire once you start scaling the alleys of time and are encountered with hazed out boundaries permeating colors to a muted monochrome, devoid of comprehension. Although some cases also report hugely psychedelic riots of multichrome – the incomprehensibility factor remaining constant though.

All this however, has resulted in our minds being conditioned to such an extent that we have actually forgotten that all this is just a farce to cover up one of the finest illusions we are under the influence of throughout our lives. And the illusion I talk about here is the fact that we feel we have the option of exercising a free will.

To illustrate, you reach a T junction on the road and are faced with the option of turning either right or left (this is assuming you have no particular destination). You turn, say left, and tell yourself immediately that faced with options you made the choice of turning left and not turning right. And during this process, we tend to forget that we never had the option, for we always had to turn left since that was the way in which our time and space sketch was supposed to move. This is the illusion. You may want to question this, and what I have to say is just that there certainly is a manner in which things are ordained to occur. Its a bit tough to comprehend that this universe exists just as a matter of chances and choices.

And if existence is a matter of choice, then we aren’t left with a choice either way, are we?

Life as the Limit of Chaos

Maybe I’ve lived enough in this life
This life that I’ve lived
or have been Made to Live…

If I look at it, its been a Life which has been Made right from the moment I got conceptualized in the Matrix within my Mom…I was Made in that moment. And since then it has been a process made out for me by a Creator, who had every moment after that ‘made’ out to immaculate perfection.

In the very moment that this world which we inhabit (and are aware of) was created, a code of existence also emerged in place which held the codes for the manner in which things would progress. There is nothing called ‘spontaneous’; its just a figment which exists in Webster’s. Or should I say, has been made to exist just in an effort to make these tenets governing existence seem covert. A pre-determined, pre-ordained path that each of us should make in this journey spanning space and time, with each successive path leading onto another through a series of events which transcend our limited mental and physical resources. And the folly of our thoughts, when we stop to look beyond and behind, and imagine a sense of pride and fulfillment as if we have been steering ourselves along each of those paths; and all this while at the crossroads we’ve always known where next to tread.

Chaos needs to have Order too. We keep crying hoarse about the immense counterpoise imposed upon us by the Chaos which is ruling the world. And again, dim witted creatures that we are, we fail to understand that the highest nature of Order bestowed upon us is Chaos. Its Chaos which rules the world, not Order. And how else would it have been possible for the World to have existed for whatever millions of years it has till now, unless there was a certain specific structure in which Chaos had to progress over the evolution of the Ages. Chaos may, and would certainly increase with the passage of each successive moment. However, this has to be viewed as a proportionate increase in the amount of Order which is present. And as with every tangible and intangible thing which exists, these have their limits too, which may not seem apparent to us in their infinitesimal precision of the Absolute. And the moment, that Order attains the highest order of its limit, we have a World which ceases to exist, or rather gets frozen in a time and space warp for eternity.

The infinitesimal limit of Chaos (or Order) for an individual entity inhabiting this world we know, is a sublime quotient of the overall limit of Chaos defined for the world. So much so that the weighted sum total of each individual Limit adds up, and as each individual reaches its defined limit, it steps up and moves into its individual warp, in turn contributing to the overall increase in Chaos and aiding it in reaching its overall defined limit. (Which is probably the reason why individual lifespans are way too small in scale compared to the the overall life of the world; however, each individual life coming to an end adds onto the forward movement of the world towards its end).

And thus, now that I feel that Chaos has taken the lead in my life, and is tending towards its infinitesimal limit, my life has come to the point where I am starting to enter a bubble warp suspended in an inanimate cadaverous state. The point where I see an escape from this warp might be the moment that collective Chaos reaches its limit and the World as a whole transcends into this warp; that would however just imply moving from an individual warp to a collective warp shared with everyone else. It would not matter at that stage however, since the perceptory senses would have been accustomed to their own make believe universes within those warps to actually notice the multitude of warps independent of their own suspended in collectivity.

Which brings me to the point where I started off. Does an absolute sense of chaos in life mean that life has been lived to the fullest and its purpose fulfilled? If it does, then I guess I am right…