enter the void
how is someone's life worth more than someone else's?
I am watching 'enter the void' the second time. The first time, it was a total trip, like none before. Its an experience out of this world. But second time sober viewing left a few lingering thoughts.
The drug dealer dies a sorry death. But that does not mean its an end of existence of his soul. He finds a way of being with his beloved sister again.
If death is absence of life, then he never really dies. Then is it more important to live a life fully, or is it more important to lend a meaning to a life through affecting a change in the world we inhabit?
When we talk of worth of someone, is it fair to put the weight of world on him? Is Gandhi's life worth more than his assassin's? Is his life worth more than the little organisms who feasted on his remains?
And if we accept that every one has a role to play in this world, how do we perceive violence and love in it?
Gandhi wanted to change the world to a certain ideal... his assassin wanted something else. If the flux of change is the only constant, how do you pin your hopes on the ever changing world? and if we are only small insignificant children in this beautiful merry-go-round, why bother with trying to change the bulb from yellow to green?why not just ride the ride and be glad that we got to.
I am watching 'enter the void' the second time. The first time, it was a total trip, like none before. Its an experience out of this world. But second time sober viewing left a few lingering thoughts.
The drug dealer dies a sorry death. But that does not mean its an end of existence of his soul. He finds a way of being with his beloved sister again.
If death is absence of life, then he never really dies. Then is it more important to live a life fully, or is it more important to lend a meaning to a life through affecting a change in the world we inhabit?
When we talk of worth of someone, is it fair to put the weight of world on him? Is Gandhi's life worth more than his assassin's? Is his life worth more than the little organisms who feasted on his remains?
And if we accept that every one has a role to play in this world, how do we perceive violence and love in it?
Gandhi wanted to change the world to a certain ideal... his assassin wanted something else. If the flux of change is the only constant, how do you pin your hopes on the ever changing world? and if we are only small insignificant children in this beautiful merry-go-round, why bother with trying to change the bulb from yellow to green?why not just ride the ride and be glad that we got to.
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