Suddenly a thought came to my mind today when I was starting my meditation before sleep that I should jot down something on myself and the activities that I underwent today. This urge for writing was clearly inspired by my reading of Pamuk's 'Black book' which I have been reading for the last few days. I am finding it to be voluminous, engaging, philosophical and sometimes abstract work. This intriguing novel deals with the person Galip who finds one day that his wife Ruya has left him. The novel's central theme is related to finding Ruya but this cannot be the simple interpretation of such a novel having many philosophical strings attached to it. Half of the novel I have finished and one thing that I notice is that the novel is exploring the role of identity and making it fluid again and again in the various characters.
Pamuk asserts a very poignant role related to identity which most of us face. The desire to be that someone 'other'. This primal desire of becoming from one to someone 'other' can be considered an inate desire of every human mind. This 'other' which can be defined as the refined,prosperous and better part of the present self (self as a singular person). But this makes me think that this is the play of the mind whose core nature is to make a person restless and fool itself of the other which is illusive. The illusion arises because we are prey to the folly that the other 'being' is necessarily better then me ,not understanding things in totality.
Here I think I am getting abstract but I think this 'other' which leads to all sorts of complexes makes a person a pathetic being from what he can be. The truth is whatever we are is perfect in the right way even if it may seem irrational or pathetic in many ways.It is unintelligible mind that cannot grasp the perfectness.
What is the most illogically consistent thing that a person can think about? The spontaneous answer that hit me was 'Life !!'.
