I was looking around with my eyebrows stretched far out.
"You're trying hard to convince yourself that you aren't in a conversation with yourself"
"I am. I was. But there is something different here. Very subtle changes in the arrangements, still maintaining the chronology. This is it. This is definitely you. Unbelievable"
"Yet you are beginning to believe. How strong the same belief is, is what determines how much weight the information in this conversation carries."
"See this! One, this isn't a dream. Never this vivid, not even to a dreamer. There are no details there. Two, this isn't a psycho-babble to myself. Not just my brain. I use hyperbole like unbelievable and awesome all the time. Mostly overused. But I never instantly go back and correct myself! I try, honestly. But I am not that sharp, yet! There is certainly something external here."
"External? You are still bound in the physical aspects, even though you understand my form inseparable from your's"
"I am not physically present here. I am not consciously present where I am. Or perhaps I am not.. How did I get here, my conscious self?"
"It's for you to recall. You found me. Have your say."
"Right. There is something I have been noticing about the Nature which we, human beings usually ignore. The twinkling lights of the stars, sound of water flowing, the feeling of wind in my hair, the air I breathe in.. my heartbeat."
"The senses always work in appropriate manner. It's how the individual processes the information. Perception. Go on.."
"I had long been in quest of what the is called the question. The purpose of life. Why was I born, why this lifetime and why death? Rebirth, if one believes in it, why? Is it just a cycle, redundant in the complete chain of events or is there a purpose? The former made no sense, so I assumed each individual enters the cycle of life with their own specific purpose. And that purpose, it cannot be for the individual. It has to be for the collective good. An act that affects the individual as well as his surroundings. The society. The world. The universe."
"Perception, again."
"I couldn't contain the idea that each one achieves what he or she is meant to, i.e, without making an effort. For I've seen people being born and dying in obscurity, affecting barely handful people in their lifetime, and when their lives too end, our subject's contribution turns to null. So essentially, the purpose is to be sought after. I had no ideas. So I thought I'd just go looking, wander around, ridicule everything."
"Hmmm"
"And then these things I've been sensing, perceiving, started to take a shape. Metaphysics, I'd say. If everything we sense is a means a communication to the Nature.. the Universe.. You? Perception here ownwards.
What has been baffling me is why here, why now?"
"You know the answer?"
"If anything sustained before and after the big bang, as proposed for the creation of universe, it was a force, an energy form. That, keeping in mind the law of conservation of mass and energy. I am a huge fan of the anti-matter discovery. Anyway, if origin of everything can be tracked back to that same event, it is correct to say that energy form is the parent to this existence, everywhere. Undeniably there's something common to it all, to Nature.
Now, what if there's an active attempt of communication encrypted within these phenomena of Nature I have been observing?"
"And what if there is?"
"Then I know this isn't a voice. It is my thoughts. Words? That is how we think. I have tried thinking using colors, objects and shapes. It is slow and unrelatable. It is always some language we already know. Perhaps I am gathering words off whatever I have been observing?"
----To be continued-----
