impinges upon me.
I perceive it
through my senses.
By connecting
those perceptive memories,
through my conception
I form
a model of Reality.
Any new experiences, then,
I patch into
the existing framework.
Over time,
the framework, turns
into a patchwork.
Tired,
I look for easy solutions,
and latch on to
any doctrine
that my trustees propose;
those,
my elders,
who had lost themselves
in the same process
time, and time again.
Once in a while,
someone proposes a doctrine
simple enough
and connected
sufficiently enough
with the existing frameworks
and patchworks
that the doctrine
gets accepted
as the Universal Truth,
by all concerned.
Upon that doctrine,
each worrier like me
hangs a sub-doctrine,
and upon that
a sub-sub-doctrine.
The Truth then
must
conform to this monstrosity,
which can be
no more than
the collective insecurity
of the humans past.
No wonder then,
that I am,
in such a mess.
-
owais
--
This is first being published here.
