When Fullness Clashes with Expanse

FMS#366 || Faridabad-NCR || December 2018

Okay, so you’ve had your favourite snack! Samosa!! Time to share a thought.

Come on. Thought about what?

Let’s carry on from where we left.

Collision of scenarios?

Yes. In the collision of scenarios, which scenario stays intent on dispelling all others?

That which ambushes and diminishes our capacities and our words, arises from within us.

Within us? Hm. You mean we are the medium of our own dissociations?

In calling us the medium, I’m not trying to insult or imply guilt. I’m merely trying to point to the squeeze and restraint in the reproduction of life itself.

I’m lost. Are you saying that reproducing life is itself becoming against life?

We are all part of a grand debate. There is a tense relation between life and its renewal. The debate itself is old, but today it has a ferocity that is unprecedented.

Hello! Hope all of you are not nose-diving into some catastrophic account of life?

Not at all. The question of how to sustain life is within us all, and is lived in varying intensities. And this “us”? It is large. Very large. It’s boundless.

It’s possible. Reminds me of when some of us used to stand with placards at gates of different factories and on street corners to talk with others. Thousands passed through us. That feeling is still there—a feeling of a surge of who we are. And it grows. Keeps growing. It flows into a vast expanse.

Yes, this feeling does carry on inside.

Life is a mysterious interlacing of this unbounded expanse, and our measured ways of trying to fill it. Much of the mind is spent debating and balancing the weights of these.

Sometimes a feeling takes over that the time we allocate to expanse is shrunk in the exhaustion of attaining fullness.

I would disagree here. Search of fullness? You mean eating, sleeping, and work hours? Do keep in mind that these acts are themselves cooking on a slow fire. A search for fullness can tear apart many of the compromises we abide by.

Well, I meant a sense of security. Yes, sleep. A feeling of the heart. A strutting of the limbs. Stretching of the mind. These call to themselves too much attention. They leave very little to enjoy the expanse.

Friend, why get so despondent about fullness and sustenance? Check your mobile phone. See how much expanse you live in at each instant. And you still despair?

Oh this is serious. I seem to have diminished and shrunk the expanse I inhabit, through my own speech!

Did we all not start with this very question?!

Speaking of mobile phones. Some management has made a business model out of holding the mobiles from us, when we enter our workplaces. We are only allowed to use their information systems.

This is cruel intelligence. This crudity is a threat to life. We are in a daily clash with it.

Agreed!

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