Is life an
event? Just like many other
events
hot and happening but generally ending in themselves? Yes, an event is
just an event happening in a consortium of time and eventually ends in
a frame of time receding and fizzling out in the repository of memory.
Events are just some fleeting memories in human diaspora. They are
slices of life, but not life as a whole in existential precedence as
life transcends life in a continuum of events. This flux of events
constitute world wide web of life.
That is to say that life is not an event in itself. Rather life is
eventful in spatio-temporally contextual parameters or, for that
matter, life is an endless stream of events contingent one upon another
in pursuit of excellence. The pursuit of excellence is embedded in all
spheres of life to be achieved through perseverance and diligence and
that is the paramount mission of life which prods life on and on. That
prodding sets life in a perpetual motion in a frame of time and space.
So, life moves on and on
perpetually. At some junctures, there are
some hot and happening moments of events of all experiences. But unlike
events, it never stops short of taking a breath even for a while as it
has got to wander through the wonders of the world. Life itself is the
vortex of our cognisable world which knows no bounds to beat a
spatio-temporal retreat.
And life is such that it is coincided with the phenomenology of the
world and as such it is in some way synonymous with the ideoverse of
the world.
In Hindu philosophy it is said that what perpetually moves is the
world. The attribution of perpetuality to the idea of the world is
philosophically oriented to the flight of fancy that life is a
journey and not a
destination. Can a perpetually moving body have any
destination ahead of its endless journey? An electron revolves round
the nucleus and it does have nowhere to cast its lapses on any anchor
positionally and its positional lapses at best give rise to a
phenomenal
uncertainty. This kind of uncertainty is a true-blue
flagship of the ways of life.
So, life is an odyssey unto uncertainty, a voyage
which is not predestined to cast its anchor on any harbour. Its white
ship sails along the aisle of hopes and despair, dreams and desire at
mid-summer night and at darkness at noon. Nothing deters it in its
mission of fulfillment which is achieved in the prime time of
death.
But death is no destination
of life, it is the paramount of fulfillment in life''s journey unto
death. Death is the beginning of another odyssey of life unto life
predestined to take cognizance of the fatality life''s unending journey.
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