Noise.
All the patterns emerge from noise.
Identifying a pattern, from the infinite that exist, as an experience makes that one different.
Till the last bit of the noise, the patterns exist. Within them lie the infinite possibilities of harmonising and adding complexities.
In the night sky full of stars, we identify constellations and other patterns of interest, rest is all beautiful noise.
Noise cannot be ignored, for everything is a part of it. It is the whole. Noise need not be understood completely, but the more it is, the more there is to cherish.
Like everything else, understanding of self, is part of it. Another pattern which has been identified.
Self, however, becomes the bottleneck. Limiting. Constricting. Strangling. It’s growth reduces comprehension, while increasing the illusion of understanding. To let it go is to jump back in the unfiltered, unstructured noise.
There every pattern is possible.
The concept of self, when used as a bridge, between understanding and creating patterns, instead of a bottleneck, allows it to be of good use. For it is I who is writing these sentences, but they have always been there, as a part of the noise.
Why cringe when a child cries in an airplane, wishing someone could toss it out? Would the mother have a similar reaction?
It is not noise. It is a pattern identified to be disliked.
In itself the wail is powerful. Penetrating each passengers ear, drilling into their thoughts.
Affecting every action there on.
It is unadulterated.
Babies get away easy.
The society is gravely dismissive towards unadulterated behaviour amongst adults.
Can someone scream loudly in the middle of a street and receive glances merely similar to the ones a child would and not worse?
It is a part of the noise. What is missed in experience of that scream due to obstruction by the patterns around, is the whole story. That scream is meant for the willing or unwilling audience around. Their action or lack of, upon hearing the scream, are of no concern. They would unfold the way they have to. In the end they would all be a part of the noise.
Silence.
It is everywhere.
Embedded within the noise, around the noise, between every two identifiable instances of noise, is silence.
Stretching to infinity.
Without it, the noise cannot be realised, only attempted to be understood.
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