The Twilight Trance

So, the dust seems to be settling down. And there is enough light left to see a few last things before night engulfs us all. I look up and what do I see? A not-so-tidy lane stretching to infinity, partially lit in the vicinity by a dozen or so dull street lamps-few of them flickering in and out to add to the drama; despite the oddity there are a handful of dainty buildings-some of them standing six stories tall into the skyline; the nocturnal critters making their calls somewhere in the remoteness; the Sun has already descended to kiss the soil and by doing so, it has brought out the shy twilight sky which appends a blush to the setting around me. This sets a string of actions like a trigger and my mind goes into a strange splitting- 

LOGIC-that is a combination of Science and the Cynic in me.

DREAMY-that is a combination of the Poet and the Optimist in me.

CONSCIENCE-this seems to be the strange blend of Science as well as the Optimist. (To those of you who are wondering, what a word like Optimism is doing in a place like Science, let me clarify. It is a theory that many scientists hold-one that seems to be in loose yet promising adherence and feeding some sense into fantasy and dreams-The Law of Attraction.)

     The haze around me alerts LOGIC and warns me to not trust my presence in this strange yet serene scene and DREAM makes an outburst.

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           DREAM: Can’t you see this fog and smoke. Does it not tell you that you are dreaming still?

          LOGIC: For all I know, it could be that part of the year when the temperature drops   outside and there is intense mist swirling everywhere. It’s very normal and they call it the Winter!:-p

           DREAM: I know what the hell Winter is, you arrogant fool! Just that it doesn’t sort of fit, you know, all these dramatic elements and this backdrop-it just complements each other and completes the picture for an ideal Dream, don’t you think?

           LOGIC: I’ll demonstrate to you that we are not dreaming. For instance, take in the details—they seem to be too perfect and minute to be dreaming about. You remember them so well because you are very much residing in reality and YOU ARE NOT DREAMING!!

           CONSCIENCE: That’s Evolution, I believe! You see as years go by, it’s not only the obvious commodities that undergo change, it’s not just culture, physique, development that mount higher up into the face of the waxing years-it’s also these trivial matters and our understanding of them that has been advancing along the centuries. We develop higher and raise our standards. So now, Man has become capable of dreaming very much in the vein of reality and proficient enough to keep inviting memories from the virtual world, hours and sometimes days after the actual process of dreaming.  So, it’s only natural to assume we are dreaming right now. Of course we could spot on the diminutive details because we are an evolved species.

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The conversation is never-ending and by no means conclusive, I tell myself.

     I can state that Dream is a silly romantic attempting to throw everyone into the fool’s paradise. Actually it doesn’t talk much. It just sits there like an old witch casting her charm upon unsuspecting (!) humans. It just sits there like it never even existed! It’s the storm that rocks the boat and finally when the boat gives into its annihilating oscillation, the waters turn calm.

     Science is a well-read fellow who at times is very neurotic and confines one’s self into a circle much within the realms of the practical and sensible world. It disseminates a restraint unto the core of our intellect and bars any possibility of dreaming.

Humans have now come to a better understanding of assimilating the truth and the Science of ‘Existence and the auxiliaries of Existence’.

     Nevertheless, I sit here with absolutely no idea and clearly self-confused about my Existence as to whether I should be getting along with my erudite Science brain or giving into my romantic Dreams. Not knowing and not being able to mark the distinction between the real and the unreal. There seems to be nothing testimonial about either of these diversities and the arguments in their defense that pins them down as to which one of them phases I was residing at. Because without a doubt, only one can manifest itself with the human mind at any given time. It’s either the naked reality or the vivid dreams. It can never be both at the same time. The harder I ponder, the tougher it becomes and all the more indecisive.

     I’m completely lost. But, there does seem some gaiety and glee in being so. I quit thinking and take in the anonymity and bliss of my surrounding. It was felicitating. I blend in with the incomprehensible tranquility. The core of my Existence has merged into the impeccable Universe.

Love and Peace to everyone ♥!!