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Wisdom of Mortal


Job VIII

Wisdom of Mortal

“Vanity, vanity, all is vanity…” Job was confused to realize the dreams and reality. He had dreams which he tried to combine with the physical world where he and we live. One day he told me something about the structure and reality. He believes that the life is something takes place in a defined and definite structure of systems with cause and effect method. He believes in the written- ness of life, we meet and ‘play’ the roles which were designed for by the Nature. And all things remain the same until the end if there is an end because, he told me some words found in the ‘book of wisdom’, he believes, ‘for the elements changed places with one another, as on a harp the notes vary the nature of the rhythm, while each note remains the same. This may be clearly inferred from the sight of what took place’- the book of wisdom.
Later he discussed many things about the conditions, ‘events’, we go through and I have noted down some parts of his theories which he has developed for us, for a better understanding of ‘fate’, ‘dreams’, ‘reality’ and many undefined conditionality we come across in our life.  
Nothing remains outside the structure but inside. The reality too remains inside. I am not talking about anything that exists outside the structural aesthetics of mine/ours and the correlative structure of realities. The reality can never exist outside the discourse of the object. The reality they incorporate or the reality that incorporates them is within the defined structures of events.
“I BELIEVE THAT REALITY EXISTS INSIDE THE STRUCTURE, SYSTEM AND THE TEXT. IF IT IS OUTSIDE, IT IS NOT REALITY BUT FICTION. WE ARE INSIDE THE STRUCTURE OF ‘EVENTS’. FOR US, THE RUPTURE IN THE SYSTEM OF EVENTS IS DREAMS (the theory of inception might contradict it).” (The Book of an Owl)
If you face some problems contradicting your expectations in your professional life, personal life or any possible life that the life offers you, it is because that you fail to correlate and incorporate the structured reality associated with it. You try to find out the reality outside, but will never get. And by the time you might have already met with the 'events' associated with your correlated living or working.
            If we are not real, we maybe the surrogates of our OTHER, after all who knows it? It’s hard to tell that the world we live in is a dream or reality! Dreams intervenes reality when it induces the sensory principles and thus necessitates the total involvement of the body. We cannot create reality, but language can. Like dream and reality our names are too merely words or language and essence of the language is outside of it.
            Reality is neither constructive nor destructive. If we are living in the dreams of our dreams how we can control the dreams. We never create reality, but it creates us. Who knows whether God exists or not? For some God is reality and for some it isn't. Think if God is there it is outside the synchronic paradigm of our language. We create god and many mysterious, fictional, reality or something very close to our physical life through the help of language.

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