There Is No Finality

                             
Prafulla Kumar Mohanty

Those who think, always  try to counter the available thoughts. Contemplation is not a mental activity for its own sake. When a person thinks of politics, he tries to find out ways and means of challenging the available political situation. When the seeker of Truth gets his enlightenment, his truth is always an alternative to the given or  accepted truths. When someone says surrender to God, all your pain, misery and worldly problems will be over, we don't stop there. We ask is there a God, a divine dispenser of Justice for the living beings? And we analyse, weigh the pros and cons, meditate only to find  a different answer. Why surrender, killing or suppressing your instinctual desires, aspiration and feelings  before an entity about whom or which we are not certain. Man does not believe  in any ultimate principle or certainty for the moment he accepts something as the finality of everything he denies his personally perceived reality; he denies his own essential being. Man cannot accept his reality as a caged  parrot repeating the words, hymns, mantras or other life -elevating truths. If he does he loses his manliness.

A poet is always dissatisfied with what he has, that is his worldly engagement  which are most often other-directed. He tries to follow his own inner direction and comes into conflict with the world. As Matthew Arnold has said, he criticizes life, that is he criticizes the norms, precepts and practices as does the philosopher, politician and even the marketing manager, the husband, wife and even the non attached singleton. All brain storming sessions in every field of life  are meant to promote a product, be it an idea or perception or so called truth. For this reason only words are coined, slogans are raised to promote an idea or truth to its maximum marketability. Languages grow, vocabulary expands limitlessly and symbols and signs proliferate.

Man grows in numbers biologically hence more words and new logic come to clash of confusions. If a man says,he is happy with his family life, we ask what happiness is that? Food, Sex and sleep? Is that the meaning of happiness? And the happy man becomes miserable. Starts questioning his own happiness and may define his own happiness as a routine repetition of certain pleasurable moments. Any repetition of a thing comes under the law of diminishing returns and the happy man one day runs into the forest to find new happiness. Now that the forest cover of  the world is depleting he may change his residence or at least change the furniture for novelty. Man is a restless creature and like Ulysses he will never rest at any point.

But shouldn't there be a finality? Shouldn't there be a final acceptance of some value which eases  living? if a man lives for a few thousand or more days should he not accept life as it has come and settle down to a routine practice like the "happy" family man. But man cannot settle for half, that is to indulge in routines without chasing his dreams. This is what man is. And that is why he thinks, contemplates, argues, invents, fights, kills and dies. If he chooses the tool of language to fight his dream battles he discovers certain new metaphors, he propogates them, argues with the challenges, thereby falling into the trap of misery.

There is no finality. After Fani or Armageddon the leaves appear on the stumps, people again fall in love, the quest for zeroing  in on the final truth starts all over again. We must at least accept this truth that there is no finality. Life is not meant to be a 'happy' station. The journey is limitless to find out new misery of excitement.