Some Things, We Need to Reclaim

It’s a good thing that we are a scientific society.

Well, almost. (These words; to seek the silence of the cynics).

What we would otherwise learn through emotive, abstract, and subjective understanding is now being illegally fathered by statistics and converted to a sub-science that we are happy to consume. Our mental digestive systems are weakened, and unless we are fed through the spoon of science, we tend to vomit. Our understanding of the world has to be scientific, even if it is bastardised. Emotions also have names now, and whichever way we behave, there’s a name, or at least a category for that. Almost, all of these names end with a disorder or a syndrome. The lane of normalcy is a narrow one, and it takes a lot of not-doing to qualify and walk that lane. At the same time, we are forcefully exercising political correctness, falsely, for those who have to walk in the by-lanes and the dark alleys, while announcing that we walk in a wide lane. If we were to micro-curate the folks walking the normal lane, it would be one lonely lane to walk in, and the by-by-by-lanes would be crowded.

Our experiences are personal.

Music. Art. Sex. Faith. Festivals. Belief. God. Love. History. Hate. [Add your’s here]

All our personal experiences are being hijacked by an illegal science. Things are being made easy for us. There are broad categories. Within the broad categories, there are narrow categories (if we care to drill-down). Everything that is abstract is being reduced to discrete, for your selection. I’d personally go for the abstract, but even if you are a reductionist, you should be doing that. Someone else should not be doing that for you. While we should have said, “Hey, there isn’t a checkbox or a radio button for what I feel,” we enslaved ourselves to the best approximation. In choosing the most wholesale option, we blurred our experience as close as possible to the question. Our emotions, our feelings, our experiences, are broadened (narrowed?) to such an extent, that we have started living the category. We take pleasure now, not in the way we feel, but in counting how many people exist in the blur that we ascribed ourselves to. Misery, indeed, loves company.

It’s very easy to say that exposure did this to us. Mass media. Social media. And such.

It’s difficult to say what we feel. But we should try.


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