My Kinda Ghost

The Answer to all the Questions we don't know the Answer to

Infinity, an essay by Hector Parr

I don't think Infinity is paradoxical. Rather, I think that Infinity represents the limit of our understanding. What we don't know, we relate to infinity. The size of universe, the number of decimal points in 10/3, the number of points in a line. The most fundamental entities of our world, such as time and space, have infinity associated with them; a pointer as to our degree of understanding.

There is another strong argument that to talk of a universe containing an infinite number of particles is without meaning. It has often been pointed out that, in such a universe, anything which can exist without trangressing the rules of nature, must of necessity exist somewhere, and anything which can possibly happen, will happen, So there must somewhere be another planet which its inhabitants call "Earth", with a country called "England" whose capital is "London", containing a cathedral called "St. Paul's". Indeed there must be an infinite number of such planets, identical in every respect except that the heights of these copies of St. Paul's differ among themselves. Is this not sufficiently ridiculous to convince believers in an infinite universe that they are wrong? Is not this a further indication that to talk of an infinity of material objects must be meaningless?

(From the above mentioned website)

Infinity is the perfectly logical answer to all the questions whose answers we don't know. Its answers may be ridiculous, but they are indeed logical. Yet, if we think about it, Infinity itself is the most illogical concept ever postulated. And that may be due to various reasons, but I think it's because we do not have a logical answer to the most fundamental of our questions.

One

laazim tha ki dekho mera rasta koee din aur
tanha gaye kyoN ? ab raho tanha koee din aur

[ laazim = necessary, tanha = alone ]

I was on a road today. The same road I travel every day. Yet it wasn't anything like every day. Today, I was alone. I didn't have other riders riding the road alongwith me. They had taken turns earlier, and must be travelling, even now, on their own roads, to their own destinations. I don't know if the road I've taken is the right one to my destination, since I don't have anyone to ask for directions.

It's a lonely road, and nothing seems to be in vicinity. Yet, today, I saw the Sun set where my road ended. I want to turn back, but I also want to feel the Sun setting at my feet. Unfortunately, I can't do both simultaneously.

I know I'll never come back to finish once I go back. But if I go for the brumous reward, I'll have to spend the journey alone. If I die in the way, I'll die in wilderness, and my goal shall lay unachieved.

But isn't me being on this road, in the middle of nowhere, and watching the bright yellows and oranges of the Sun mix with the greys of my road; a coincidence setup for a purpose? If it is, then isn't it a greater sin, to not futlfil the purpose I have been chosen to follow; to turn away from my 'destiny', to give up on perhaps what could be my raison d'etre, for other relatively meek pleasures?

What if it isn't? What if coincidences hold no meaning, and what if there is no such thing as 'purpose of being', but only an 'consequence of being'? Then, perhaps, this exercise shall lead me a step closer to finding my consequence.

But let's take a few liberties, after all, this is all hypothesis. Let's consider the case when the hypothesis holds. So, if what I feel is true, then the universe shall hence conspire, to the aid of the seeker of destiny; for it is the Universe itself who setup the signs; and the Sun shall hence settle, one day, at the feet of the conqueror.

I believe it is our fate to be here. It is our destiny. I believe this night holds, for each and every one of us, the very meaning of our lives. This is a war and we are soldiers. What if tomorrow the war could be over? Isn't that worth fighting for? Isn't that worth dying for?

- Morpheus, The Matrix