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Universal apparatus



There is certainty in death, its sealed once and for all, fully, wholesome and never to revisit again. Death occurs only once in a life time, it’s the rarest and precious of all the events in one’s life, a rational being would ready himself, all braces for the event, to confront the event with a fair degree of volitional powers.

But, unfortunately, one doesn’t acknowledge this; one irrationally clings to the fear of confronting and finding himself on the other side, the darkest place or perhaps the most lonely corner of the universe. The individual infernally rejects the certainty of death to a point that he unconsciously surrenders to the disillusionment, and he draws support from other adherents of the frivolous coexistence.

The collapse of one’s rational state begins from the day he is born; life is at the helm of irrationality, every live creature increases the quotient of irrationality in the universe. Death is rational, death is universal, death is an end in itself, it’s a water body that one dives into only to be befuddled that there is no bed, there is no end, and it’s a perpetual machine that runs wholly by the infinite energy it possesses.

Universe is a mysterious mixture of rationality and irrationality; the balance closely oscillates around the mid point, heavenly bodies bump into each other; creatures fight among each other, sex, sorrow, anger, misery; a star is born somewhere in a galaxy far away; a nebula is disintegrating slowly; a pulsating yellow star with a smite of radiation, pumps out granules of its mass, tearing itself apart, and in the process generates violent and destructive forces shearing the fabric of space itself. All these irrational episodes in the universe are but different ways of balancing the lever of universe.

Life is but a weight added on to the irrational side of the balance, death the rational. Star birth irrational, star dying gradually into a yellow cloud or a white dwarf or a black hole is rational. Dark force and dark energy are capsules of rationality while all the heavenly bodies are of irrationality.

In a finite universe, entropy increases with time, disorder increases with time, rationality increases with time. Now, the question of life and the existence of heavenly bodies walks past the philosophy immediately blocking the marching, for if in a finite universe rationality increases with time, why then should irrationality take birth? Why, I ask, should there be the quotient of irrationality at all? I, the being of irrationality am questioning the very birth of my beholder-irrationality- from rationality. To give birth to irrationality is irrationality; no rational energy would ever do that. What am I missing?

So, is the seemingly rational part of the universe also irrational, for it is only from the rational ‘silence’ of big bang that the universe expanded; for a cup left on a table would break increasing disorder and rationality in the universe. But, the process of birth of rationality is always associated with dissemination of irrationality, such as the violent pressure and temperature conditions at the time of big bang; the disturbance that the breaking cup produces that infiltrates the rational part and the ripples eventually create turbulence in rationality to produce irrationality.

The closed cycle of rationality and irrationality might perhaps explain the events that must have occurred before the big bang. Perhaps, there was irrationality before big bang, converging to a point of zero irrationality, but the moment of attainment of zero irrationality must have triggered a violent rush for irrationality and the cycle must have begun again.

There is no end to the cycle, there is no escape, life is part of the irrational preponderance in the cycle; life exists when the balance is approaching zero rationality, and slowly fades away, when the balance is approaching zero irrationality.

Series of endless localized and briefly isolated allures of microcosmic events occur every now and then on our planet. Wars, famines, natural calamities, death of species, decimation of civilizations are all epitomes of the universal apparatus.

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