Alchemy of desire: the appropriateness of being

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Often when anything bizarre happens in society, almost everyone likes to flee to a higher moral ground. If this is the case in a catastrophe, it is reasonably understandable as all one is trying to do is protect oneself physically and hence survive. Survival is the key, it is a basic and universal instinct looked upon as a means of adaptation. Both, being interchangeable, are to a large degree acceptable in the realm of Nature. There again if only the urge to survive becomes the uppermost need, then there wouldn't be the possibility of allowing another to hang in there, with perhaps just a toe-hold. Self-protection would take on in totality in deciding either or.  And that is just the beginning of the problem. So is it the survival of just an individual or an entire species?
In the churning of the universe there is a constant upsurge of waves, only a part panning into view for a while but operating on a very subtle and micro-level are changes that impact eternities. Similarly in the world as we know it, in terms of society or more essentially the human brain, minor to large changes are constantly colluding with each other in the neurons, setting off either positive creations or creating debacles.
In all of existence as is apparent with current knowledge, humans, are endowed with a better sense of perception, thanks to the evolved brain, but ever too often, slip back into tweaking the means of adaptation and hence survival, banking on mechanisms that are solely suitable to them as individuals. Is this going against Nature and hence our nature? Or is it a reflex action, of offence is the best defense, policy? Whatever be the case, there are benchmarks in society by which one would tend to measure the degree of going off tangent.
Within that arena too, ones finds the conflict or the persistent prevalence of  desire, the urge becoming the ruler, deluding one to believe that the action is a consequence of survival for one or the other. This aspect is often played out in society in the form of the universal law of the jungle, where, ‘might becomes a right’ and yet paradoxically, there is a lot of truth in the Biblical adage, ‘the meek shall inherit the earth’.
The recent surfeit of inexplicably deplorable events, are a manifestation of the implicit that is in man (humans): the primitive, bestial instinct to rule and/or crush. In the animal kingdom it is associated with the laws of existence and not slanderous behaviour. Irrationality does not find a space in the natural dominion, but in the social firmament, ludicrous is the new key to survival.  
Is the answer hidden somewhere in the layers of artificiality built around humans? Is the answer in level-headedness?  Is it in the appropriateness of being? Or is it hidden in being appropriate? But what we get to see around is only appropriating deals and usurping of one’s own soul.

© Copyright Suverchala Kashyap        
P.S. This is in continuation of the previous write up, 'Feet of clay: atone, allay?

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Dr Prakhar Kumar said…
Soulful rendition. . . Wonderfully accurate appropriation of the situation. . .
2 December 2013 at 07:53
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