O what dreams may come!

Now there's a limit to imagining things, at times we border on the elusive realms of sanity and logic, caught up in the timeless battle between reality vs. absolute reality, and often embark upon a journey through unexplored waters, which most of our metaphysics and philosophy blokes are hell bent on terming as the sub-conscious. All this gibberish jargon aside, how many times have we wondered about the purpose of life, the eventual realisation of the meaning attached to existence. Most of us give up midway thinking of the futility of pondering on a subject with no definite answers, a few carry on to the brink of lunacy unaware of the repercussions the over-dosage of philosophy, but those who are the most interesting are the ones who take the discussion to a totally new level. What starts off as an abstract discussion of something material metamorphoses into something so volatile that even the mention of the subject to anyone makes it vanish into thin air. Recently a similar conversation came up, and my friend actually remarked that I won't give the remark any credit owing to its what we shall now commonly refer to as "volatility" in the remainder of this post.

Interestingly enough, what bamboozled me was not the statement itself but the brevity with which it illustrated something so out-of-the-blue that supposedly should have sent me into denial but instead captivated me with its sheer honesty. Twas probably because of the way it was said, but whatever may be the case, the topic remains and the notion still bowls me over. Before I set off elaborating upon what transpires as a consequence, those who are just gonna bullshit me without actually listening may please excuse themselves and carry on with whatever it is they were doing but once you're in, to endure is your obligation, and there are no two ways bout it! :-)

Started off at the meaning of life, we wound up talking bout the possibility of dreams, that what we perceive as death is just a dream, probably so much more because we actually stop being a part of that dream. The end of a captivating drama, characters unbound, that eventually ceases to exist for all except one who persists in that dream and eventually becomes not the owner but much larger than life itself, he becomes the guardian of that dream. Unlike an inspiration from the Matrix trilogy, this theory actually had something else in store, it could not be put into words, though am making an attempt here, yet what lingers at the back of my mind as I write, hovers in the murky waters of imagination and abstraction. To ask me to reason it out with anyone is what an idiot would expect, since reason does not always follow, it does defy logic, but for us to understand that, there is still a lot of time. However, I will give a brief insight into what lurks in the darkest unexplored corners of this fantastic illusion.

Death as we know is certain, yet there ceases to be any recollection of what transpires once it happens. There seems to be a point of no return once the edge is reached, for what good would it do to have actually reached the final frontier and then sent back to start from square one. Dreams as such are abstract and hold no tangible credibility, yet we still dream, despite all causal chains, logical formulations, dreams remain inexplicable, and an inherent part of life. Analogies exist, but what gives them weight is how well they complement each other, if death were not a dream we would still be aware of the vicious circle that entangles life, unable to explain a true starting point for life to exist. However, for what dreams may come is not for us to decide, yet we formulate small fragments, we know not the source of, and in these snippets passes an entire lifetime of possibilities that happened and those that went haywire. Let me quote a more concrete example, deja vu, to have actually seen something before it actually happened, stands testament to the dream analogy. To have experienced something, probably as part of someone else's dream, is what we lesser mortals term as "coincidence". There is a larger scheme to things and what we fail to understand is that an explanation here is not desirable.

Once that we pass on, smell up the daisies, the dream ceases to include all the patrons that had been a part of it, and the one who remains, becomes the rightful guardian, for owning one is tarnishing the beauty of something so special and magical, that the experience that encompassed that one tiny marble, amongst infinite sparkles, meant the lives to so many, and tis not through our minds that we cherish such memories but through actually going through the whole thing in our heads all over again, because to take away the dream forever for the one who remained would be injustice. And those lil anecdotes, shared emotions, are what give the dreams their value, to cherish and behold in life till death do them part! :P An end of a dream, an era of love, that became the guarded palace or the dungeon for some.

To know that there exists somewhere in this universe a leaf with all the dreams, dripping off like tiny droplets of dew, now don't tell me that ain't enticing enough for you! ;-) There shall be times when reason would get the better of you, but just stop to ponder as to what sets us apart, is it the lives that we live or the dreams that we pursue ? And therein lies the rub, for what other proof would you need? ;-)