Science fiction. The winner in 2075

 

Science fiction. The winner in 2075

It has been there ever since I developed the ability to realise the existence of a thing with regard to its surroundings. Since my faculty of realisation based on visual and physical address of a place matured, I have always seen it here. But now it is disappearing, both in its physical form and visual reality as well. And it is a sad sight to witness- Something that had existed almost always, is gradually disappearing, a bit everyday, and I think in a few years it will completely vanish.

It is already vanishing, because the way of the world is to make laws, but follow customs. 

Laws evolve based on social changes and cultural advancements, but customs remain the same. Yes, most of the time they remain the same. But sometimes, when there are gigantic shifts in the ecosystem where societies and cultures take birth, changes in customs to complement the changing physical ecosystem becomes necessary. That does not mean unfollowing a custom or giving it up completely, it just means making adjustments to compliment the physical ecosystem that defines our survival. And with our survival, cultures and societies become meaningful and purposeful as well. That is why dealing with customs with sensible rationality is important. We cannot deny that the influence of custom is incalculable; dress a boy as a man, and he will at once change his conception of himself. Now this shall help you estimate the potency of customs. 

And in the modern world laws are made with many irregularities where they declare an assault on customs, and this upsets the population that is meant to follow these laws for preserving the physical ecosystem, which is a great need and thus a magnanimous cause. But with an almost scandalous formation of laws, that enter into a direct conflict with customs, people choose customs over laws. And when this happens, the physical ecosystem that ensures the survival of our species begins to bear the curse. And “it” gradually deteriorates and finally disintegrates. Until one day there is nothing left of it.

This is exactly my worry. 

That nothing of it shall remain. Nothing at all. And it will be sad not to see it anymore, whenever I wake up in the morning and open the window. There shall be nothing, I am sure even the wind would miss it, the stretch of sky that used to look at it from above would miss it too, so would the daylight that would desperately seek it everywhere. Alas, it shall be nowhere and the wind would retreat with a sadness that shall then hang over the mist laden clouds and slowly dissolve into it, and become a part of the mist that spreads but does not appear to flow. Kind of moanful movement, where you just move unwillingly, and lazily spread yourself over whatever you touch, and finally when the mist arrives at this spot, the wind dissolved in it shall now seep into the Earth that once proudly hosted it, and then lie there forever. 

Formless, movementless, somewhere trapped in the moistness of the Earth, to be trampled by time and scorched by the Sun. And nobody shall realise that it lies there moaning the extinction of something that it had reared and so fondly played with. It lies there imagining about it, the time it spent in its presence, and now lost in its absence and nothingness. 

Well, this is the state of the wind, and for many reasons it is my state as well. Because it was what I saw everyday, passed through everyday, felt everyday, and even in my idle moments I found a valid purpose in dealing with idleness whenever I approached “it” and ventured far and deep, to understand mysteries that baffle us all. 

Here you might be thinking that if idleness could lead to such a miracle, what virtues would passions hold for us. Afterall it may not be a mistake to believe that idleness is only the refuge of weak minds, and the holiday of the fools. Because it is true that if idleness does not produce vice or malevolence, it commonly produces melancholy. Yet, in my idle moments I venture to this place called it, and it reveals to me new and sacred scientific secrets. And it is my urge, more than my urge, my willingness to break free from the fetters of idleness and not be a fool. Although there are moments when we all act imprudently or irrationally. And I would summarise this belief of mine as follows : Life is a short day; but it is a working day. Activity may lead to evil, but inactivity cannot lead to good. And maybe this is the reason all holy scriptures approve and authenticate one form of divine worship i.e. work. That is why they say, “work is worship!”

Because worshiping with one’s heart and dedication is also work and it demands a lot of concentration. For a scientist, his/her scientific quest is his/her form of worship. For a painter, colours are his/her expressions of worship, and it varies for all of us. The act called work varies in its purpose, but the act of work in its virtuous intactness, is the same for all, provided  we realise one truth about life: Newton spent years to define gravity, though he felt it in a moment, Gustav Klimt spent years perfecting his colourful expression of The Kiss. And it is this pursuit of passion, that even when one is idle, he/she is still working. Because when you seek your passion/s your idleness is also a passionate expression of work, though sometimes in its imaginative form, where the primary labourer is one's mind, and often many casual onlookers or observers, if I may say so, treat this as a state of idleness. But in reality, this is the pondering of the wise man/woman, before executing thoughts in reality and acting upon them. It is constructive idleness, but if taken too far it gives rise to a force that destroys both passions and virtues.

Here is how: It is a mistake to imagine that the violent passions only, such as ambition and love, can triumph over the rest. Idleness, languid as it is, often masters them all; she influences all our designs and actions, and insensibly consumes and destroys both passions and virtues.

For me, visiting this place, or virtue if you would like to call it, offers the pleasure of venturing into a realm, until I have reached the edge where eternity of wisdom and individual placidity awaits those who dare to venture thus far, with someone they love, but always with it and only through it.

However, now it is gone, it has perished, and there is nowhere to seek it anymore. So, many, just like me, are wondering how they will arrive at the edge, where actual dimensions of reality await us all. To reveal secrets of the Universe to a mind that is at ease and willing to receive new realisations. But with it gone, I wonder how the minds that wish to seek and go beyond the stars. How will they turn placid and receptive to this new form of knowledge? I wonder how they would.

Are you wondering what is this mysterious thing, called “it?”

I thought you might have guessed it by now! But not exactly, because it can be anything, but something very special and necessary. Afterall it leads us to the edge from where we can realise the actual dimensions of reality and human ability to know the unknown, and to be a species that is actually star bound.

I can sense the inward turbulence that you are experiencing and you really wish to know, afterall what is this thing called “it.”

It is simple, whenever you feel idle, go out and take a walk. You feel the tender breeze around you, you feel the freshness of the air, you feel the sunshine over you, or moonshine if it is night, you feel life in continuous motion, you see the leaves shaking in the breeze, you see the water with ripples, in the distance you see the forest that breathes the breath of life into everything that you felt. And it is this everything that you felt, that constitutes this thing called “it.” And without it, nothing shall exist. 

Unfortunately, in my part of the world, when I recently opened the window, a part of it had vanished forever. And it was still vanishing bit by bit, slowly, but surely. And my fear is that someday, when there shall be nothing left of it, then what will become of us, our culture and our customs. Because without it, nothing would exist.

We have defined many laws to protect “it.” But most of us still prefer to follow the customs even if it takes a heavy toll on “it!” Because the laws defined by us to protect it, have been formulated without considering the custom based sensitivity that every culture inherits from the past and strives day and night, and by all means to protect it and move with it into the future. And it is the reason, our laws designed to protect “it” always fail. 

Maybe it is time to rethink and redefine how we can protect “it.” We can if we want to. All we need is politics with the right character. Why character and why not will? Because “character is a perfectly educated will.”

Right now we are only applying will that lacks character. The day we change this, I am 100 percent sure people will follow laws as much as they love to follow their customs.

It is with this hope that I wrote my science fiction novel, They Loved in 2075. It is about human emotions, human feelings of love and how they will evolve in 2075, when humans will be interacting with self aware and intelligent machines. To highlight the intensity of love and human emotions that shall always prove their humane excellence over synthetic emotions and feelings expressed by self aware machines. This is the reason They Loved in 2075, had to be an intense romance science fiction.

Experience the future of love and human emotions, through an intensely romantic science fiction titled: They Loved in 2075!