"There is no higher silliness in this world than in the daily routines of men and women"
- Rajiv Venkatasubramanian, circa 2010.
There is something so ironically strange about the way we live. There is no doubt, that mankind has evolved into a specimen of immense complexity over a period of three billion years, that over every million of these years there have been minute changes to the human edifice that was taking shape. The anthropologists only serve to reason out with astounding clarity of thought that we exist as we actually do precisely because we were made-to-order for the planet. They behave similar to movie critics who give reasons for the actions that the director elicited after watching the movie unfold before their own eyes.
If we, for the present, push aside all these complex and abstract sciences, what we have left on the table of life is a pyramid. This pyramid represents the entire life structure on earth with mankind on the top with a sort of a superior swagger to his expression. The very bottom is reserved for microbial stuff...
Man, the finest specimen of evolution (lets give the God issue some rest) in the known history of the universe, has been created as a program execution. He is an end result of a complex multilevel code embedded in the double helix that is the human genome. An incredibly complex and yet precise jumble of sugars and phospates make up the double helix, while the connectors are made of high molecular weight bases, adenine, thymine, guanine, and cytosine. These act as the binary numbers of computers, except in much more complex and mysterious ways than just state switching.
The human brain is indeed one of the most complex structures in the observable universe. I would say that if what I have just written is indeed true then I am the most inefficient combination of atoms anywhere in existence.
What have we done with the gift that has been bestowed on each and every one of us? Shouldn't our very existence define some higher purpose? should we not tirelessly train our living fiber to yearn, to require to know, to not rest until we unlock the secrets of our beginnings? Because therein lies the holy grail of humanity, to know where we came from must be a puzzle so important to everyone of us that we should burn with ignominy to be kept in the dark regarding something so essential to our self discovery.
Instead I find that we as a species are so reticent, so unbelievably slow, that the average man never uses more than a small fraction of his actual powers.
The amount of work we can accomplish if we just let go, if we can reach out and shut down all our innate inhibitions to focus on the one thing that we should want above all will be magical.
The fanatic in me aches as I gaze upon the stars in the sky billions of miles away, since I can not see for myself the cataclysmic fusion of hydrogen atoms into pure energy, since even after knowing so much regarding the process man is limited by the tiny constraints of space and time, just like even knowing the exact sequence of the human genome we are nowhere near the day when we can alter a section of the code to make that a painless panacea for mankind's woes.
" Selective stupidity is essential, stupid selectivity is existential"
- Rajiv Venkatasubramanian, circa 2010.
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