I just thought to write about the reality of Truth, after a discussion, where people have different opinion. And that different opinion itself spells the meaning of right is ambiguous, like anything else. The interesting thing is, almost everyone has a feeling of being in righteousness in ourselves.
Crowly, the most dangerous gunman in New York, he killed people at the drop of a feather( as Dale Carnegie said ), when caught by police after hours of fight, said 'Under my coat is a weary heart, but a kind one - one that would do nobody any harm', Bin Laden believes and lives in his righteousness, and of course his followers too. Everyone of us can justify our deeds. We all live in the belief of our righteousness. Personally, I've a belief that Dalai Lama is morally justified, because his peace in whatever he does, and Beijing never sees it. They are right in their own territory.
What is right to you, may make no sense to me. Obviously, how often we've heard of a consensus! Whatever we figure out is an outcome of our thought, thoughts are processes of our mind, which needs an input to function. In another context, we cannot contemplate on anything that is null or nothing. And when we judge anything, the input to our thought is the action/object/entity that we want to figure out. Usually, what we perceive is dependent on our previous experiences. In that way that leads to our thoughts. So our justifications are all about our past experiences, broadly speaking.
It was 5:30 in the morning. I had to leave, my friend was sleeping inside the room. And morning was cool. I closed the door and started walking down the street slowly, with a humming in my mind..
dawn is breaking its early morn
taxi’s waiting he is blowing his horn
already I’m so lonesome.. I could die.. No. I wasn’t feeling so lonely, anyway.
Well, I was heading home from Bangalore, have to catch the Intercity Express to Cochin. I had no reservation, no hope of getting even a seat at all. But it was a cool morning, fresh and crispy, always enjoyed a journey in the early morning. We were three, two of us got reservation, and the other one was myself. My immediate visit could not ensure a berth for me, I had to take the general tickets for the 12 hours journey. He was waving his hand when I reached the platform, I didn’t see him until I came to a few feet closer to him. I was thinking of something or my mind was elsewhere.
