I am
entangled with the craze of Accumulation. Something we are so obsessed
that we no longer possessed ourselves. I mean accumulation of both tangible
(material and wealth) and intangible (knowing) Illusion. We know
everything will perish sooner or later before our eyes or we will perish with
no holding over piles besides us or within us. Therefore, I called this
illusion. If possessing and knowing fulfilled the aesthetic of
life, people of many and wise could have had a peaceful sleep and happy endings.
Some stoop so low, some so humble, some so witty, some so arrogant, some spend so
much, some give away so much just to accumulate the Imaginary. Imaginary I called it because it starts with
imagination, process in imagination, and resulted only to imaginary state. This
may contradict with the argument of reality. But, how long is our
reality ‘real’ besides our life- span? Nothingness and plentiful
both kept people busy and worried and concerned. If concept of Less and More
do not co-exist with humanity, living here on earth must have been so different
(another imaginary positioningJ). If disparity
is un-exist-able like a material of high unstable state of energy which
automatically fused or diffused to lower and stable state, the very texture
that binds the society today could have collapsed immediately with no scope of
recovery and respite. I am caught in the middle of a Utopian society and
present sorry state but to settle with this dilemma either nor do I expect one
stop solution of establishing equilibrium.
We are
driven so much by external factors that we can’t locate the ghost that keeps us
moving. We are doing so much that we no longer qualify of being (but we
call ourselves human being). We have amassed so many names, people, ideas and
artifact that the very self- have diluted in this mighty ocean of
illusion and imagination (virtual world). What is life after all, if not
progressive and forward moving? But, should we end up making out life and
not living it? Even when the very existence of self is
disturbed, all sorts of medic, mantra, music, advice, counselor, God man and
psychiatrist pop out of our screen just to drain us more afar from self to
self-less-ness (read as dilution of self). The self is tagged with how much we
have/can accumulate. Is accumulation the very end for our existence or
is it very means to our existence? What probably we would be doing in life, if
not accumulation? We are so much condition that creativity is no longer creative,
freedom is no longer free, justice is no longer just, and humanity is no longer
humane. So, where is the ghost that has condition us so much if not within us?
How far are ‘we’ concept beautiful when it has ripped to pieces the
beauty of self?
Here, I do
not argue on economic terms nor ethical or rational term for I knew too less (‘less’
is what I don’t desire to used). I may flatly fall in logical argument and may
have no place in the so call intellectual debate. Good, for these are neither
the means nor the ends of my thoughts. I claim neither accumulation nor knowing
through this writing. I neither condition nor provoke your thoughts. The very
vagueness of the purpose of this writing is but reflection of me. I just hope
my skepticism of current state does not project me as an exception from effect
of accumulation and we-ism for I don’t proclaim that. Forget not what Edward
Abbey say’s “Growth for the sake of growth
is the ideology of the cancer cell.”
