Searching For Nibbana, eh?

The beauty is in trying to find the order, the pattern that connects every single thought, every single moment to this giant tapestry that is life. I don't need hallucinogens to get me thinking. Man is supposedly the most superior developed creature here on earth, but why is it that despite coming such a long way; inventing, re-inventing and discovering so many things; pushing one's intellectual capacity to the maximum; fighting so many battles to gain freedom are we still not free. I was watching this movie called A L' Adventure and it really got me thinking about this whole pattered trap that has been set upon us by society. We eat at a particular time, sleep at a particular time, defecate at a particular time and even copulate at a particular time. So even though we can vote to choose the government and have equal rights and blah blah blah, are we truly free?

Even all these thoughts in our head have been planted by the "system" (let's call it that, makes talking about it easier that way!) and not just that, our emotions and our reactions fall under a pattern too and anybody who deviates, either by choice or by force is immediately labelled an outcast. A person who does not show pain when under immense physical trauma is called a madman. A person who laughs when somebody dies will probably be looked down upon as mentally retarded. But are they really? Or are they among some of the very few who have been able to break free from the chains that society has tied around our throats ever since the beginning of civilization of man?

I know that most people reading this will probably think of me as someone who is either on hallucinogens or probably has too much time in their hand to waste on such absurd thoughts. I's a common reaction. Why common? Because such reactions and defense mechanisms have been so deeply imbibed in each and every one of us that none of us are able to think beyond that at first. While I'm not of the opinion that everybody falls into this category, there may be a few exceptions here and there but sadly, most people lack the basic power to think beyond a set pattern. It's almost like their brains are computers which have only a few programs installed in them, anything beyond those will lead to a complete crash of the system.

So if we were to think beyond our smart-ass inventions and our basic life-skills, do any of us have the courage to even TRY to attain complete freedom, if it exists at all and has man's cognition really developed or are we just being fooled into believing that it has and no other species is as "developed" as man?

ps- There was an essay called 'Freedom; by George Bernard Shaw (for a radio series I think) that I read a couple of years back. Do read it and you'll get a clearer picture of what I'm really trying to get to. Also, here is the imdb link for A L' Adventure:http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1235552/

ID-entity

You are not your fancy manicured and pedicured limbs.

You are not your Chanel dress.

You are not your leather boots.

You are not your money.

You are not your fancy college degree.

You are not your glitzy job.

You are not the commodities that you use.

Not your ego.

Not your superior social standing.

Not your lust.

Not your bizarre need to succeed.

Just your favourite worst enemy...

Bully

I see you as I pass by you.

You talk so big.

Talk so loud.

Trying to put other people down.

Just to bring yourself up, in your own eyes.

And I don't feel anger.

I don't feel hate.

Just sympathy, poor you.

You got no soul.

You got no rhythm.

You got nothing that sets you apart from the rest.

Just your bloated ego.

And your equally bloated sense of self worth.

I see you trying to act so smart.

Trying to make yourself feel so special.

Trying so hard to belong.

To feel appreciated.

Like you really are worth something.

But you never get what you want,

so you take it all out on someone else.

Someone not as crude as you.

Someone not as hateful as you.

Someone more at peace with themselves.

And not lacking compassion to this extent.

But you, you got no soul.

You got no rhythm.

You got nothing that sets you apart from the rest.

So sheltered and so protected.

So far removed from the dangers of reality.

But how long do you think the cover will remain?

When you die, not a single soul will come forward to cremate you

-Only the vultures, left to devour your lifeless body.

Nameless and faceless.

A faded memory of a ruffian, at best.

Is that what you really want of your life child?