We all know that The Truth is out there, but the answers seldom come...
Kamikaze- a type of Japanese pilot who flew suicide missions during World War-II.
Footloose Kamikaze- a potent combination of vodka, triple sec, and contreau that knocks me senseless during bacchanalian binges.
In the mean time, an army camp at Kaluchak, the twin towers of the world trade centre, and a street in Jerusalem are destroyed by suicide attacks.
Strobe lights flash around the dance floor, offering distorted glimpses of gyrating bodies limbs askew.
The next day I read about Sierra Leonians maimed and disfigured by militia, who now on crutches, hobble towards tentative democracy.
Life is riddled with such inescapable ironies that neither consciousness nor conscience can ignore; ones that force upon us, value judgements regarding which is the greater reality, and which the dissolute existence.
But what is right or wrong, whom or what to believe in, is very difficult; our assertive postures, ridiculous in a world of uncertainties. And life offers no easy rationalising. We all know that The Truth is out there, but the answers seldom come.
When floundering in epistemological conflict, or while agonising over the unbearable lightness of Being, there is sanity in the Keatsian concept of Negative Capability, defined thus: “when man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.”
Negative Capability — reconciling us to differences, it is an affirmation of sorts for all those who are outside of all security and innocence, one that assures confused, even cynical souls [like mine] that in-spite of [or perhaps because of] the inescapable and insuperable contradictions of human existence, life IS beautiful.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.