I repeatedly encounter the same questions when I take some time off to be all alone with myself. Who am I? Where do I come from? What is my true jurisdiction? How to be certain about the extents of my control and the nature of controlled entities? Are their any exhaustive lists or is it all fluid? What comes next? When and how it will all end or will it end at all? What is a coincidence? Are we colligated some how with the complete macrocosm or there are sets of selective connections? Am I liable in individual capacity or there is a collective responsibility that I am bestowed with or both? How do we perceive reality? And do we have all the tools to access all the knowledge that can express the ultimate reality?
These are all very ordinary philosophical questions related to epistemology and existence. Problems with theory of knowledge are multi dimensional. Those who deal formally with these are not sure most of the time what exactly are they trying to achieve. It is like a hypothetical two dimensional world in which the water you drink would fall through on earth. I am no specialist in the field or a difference maker – not even a student. I just aim to learn how to cogitate philosophically so that I can cerebrate about my ‘Self’. The greatest dilemma with my mentation is that I cannot be a true skeptic ever. I have ascertained answers to most of these questions through the revealed knowledge that has reached me and I am still fishing for some yet I can’t come over that addiction which stimulates me to find still more.
It is strange how abundantly the philosophical mind uses the word ‘I’. Knowledge of the self enshrouds all the answers under its cloak. The greatest predicament of the complexity of the brain is that it cannot comprehend the ‘self’ completely. In the end we can’t rely on acquired knowledge; we have to turn to revelation to satiate ourselves because the greatest knowledge we have is that we know nothing.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
And it is well you should…
The hidden well-spring of your soul must need to rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all the paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
1. On Self Knowledge, The Prophet by Khalil Gibran