Row Row Row Your Boat

People often say - The world is a stage, and we are mere actors.

What they forget is the important question- Who is the script writer?

Aye Aye

In the Western World, there is a tendency amongst those in science and philosophy, to split man into two.

A wide spread Cartesian understanding that the brain is the center that writes the script for an otherwise inert and unintelligent body.

Or perhaps a Stoic view that man has a noble side, and a dangerous, irrational side. And he has to tame this 'enemy' of personal growth.

And then we have the Freudian view with the concepts of man having three sides to him. An 'it', an 'I' and a 'Above-I'. More famously known as the id, ego and superego. The Id being the irrational, unconscious desires. The super-ego being the one who is the smooth-operator, who has understood all of the demands of parents and society. And the ego who is the mediator between these two states. Sometimes asking the Id to stay under control. And sometimes asking the Super-ego to find a flexible way to accommodate a burning desire.

This I suppose gave birth to the Triune Brain Model with the reptilian complex, the limbic system and the neo-cortex.

Now For Something Completely Different

The Western World has proven that philosophy is not needed to survive or thrive in this world.

But there comes a time when the world feels hollow.

And people then look to India. For India has offered the best gifts.

For thousands of years we've kept alive ideas that are dangerous to the world. And of the greatest help to people.

We believe in Samsara. That the world and its activities are simply a wheel. Endless cycles, endlessly repeating.

We believe in Karma. What goes around- comes around.

We believe in Maya. What dies, is not real. What is here today and gone tomorrow, is an illusion.

We Are The Stuff That Dreams Are Made On

And if every night the world disappears..... if on waking the dream can't be held on to.....then what is real?

The Week Ahead

We had an announcement last week from POTUS about ending the war. But who trusts anything he says.

This week's biggest development is Mars moving into the crowded house of Pisces. The house of illusions.

For the rest of this Piscean month, ending the astrological year, I hope we can take things lightly.

Pisces is the house of the imagination.

Perhaps we can imagine better.

When I close my eyes to imagine what better could mean- I think of Bangalore in the 80s and 90s. We were truly the Garden City. Better than even the Garden of Eden. We had the best weather. 93% forest cover. The most chill people you can imagine. An extremely laid-back attitude. Lots of laughter. Lots of simply hanging around. No rush. It was wonderfully intoxicating times. The best music, dance concerts. There was a softness everywhere....Spring meant fresh air laced with the scent of jasmine, that grew in creepers around people's tiny gates.

I hope you find your softness this week.

Until we meet again...take care....stop and smell the roses.....fall in love....