Reign of Confusion
9 comments October 28th, 2006
So many competing reasons, so many compelling reasons… confusion reigns and anarchy is in the air. The mind has lost all focus and is in turmoil, the body is restless for action. But how can there be action while the mind is in such a state? Inactivity is ruinous for the self but what other choice is there?
Lost and groping in the dark. The ship has hit the rocks and it flounders; water has flooded the decks, the captains’ cabin has submerged and cries for help lost in the thunderous skies. Time to abandon ship?
Reading books, philosophizing, debating, scheming, writing… to what end? Explanations, evaluations, reasons for reasons and the reign of confusion!
Life – A sequence of events. Every moment, every instant captured for eternity, a stepping stone for the next. The multitudes of humanity chartering the course of history with every instant of their existence on this earth… and with their deaths. The oceans of creation writing history, forever changing the look of this universe with every pulse, every joule of their existence… and with their destruction.
An ant dropping a grain of sand, a cricket’s chirp at night may be part of a chain of events that may have the destruction of a city, the eruption of a volcano, the splitting of the earth along its path. Time goes on; events are meaningless, upheavals lost in the sands of time. Was the creation of the earth the first link in this sequence of events or…? I shudder to think what this trail of thought can lead to. Will the destruction of all creation be the end of the chain? Everything has been willed.
Inaction is a course of action… What anguish! What is the price of this inaction! The pain rips this heart to shreds and immobilizes this body! Ya Allah! What is needed of us!?
What is to become of us? What have I gained with all these pursuits of the mind? Where is the action that makes men great?
A great friend explained to me how Muslims are mirrors of one another. You cannot see yourself, he says, except with the aid of a mirror. I can count on my parents and my friend to be my mirrors but they are not enough. Without a real mirror I cannot see the complete me, I am blinded by my ignorance and my arrogance. Layers upon layers of existence, layers upon layers of personalities; a commotion of the self.
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