Most people find it vexing to do arduous tasks in summer and so do I, it is not a manifestation of lethargy, rather just us frail humans following the design of the omnipotent, as far as reason goes ; it is impossible to maintain optimum functionality in summers – even after due air conditioning ; as from one nook or the another , lethargy seeps in. It may be the ordeal at night with the flies , or the stench from the nearby treatment – that kept you up the night before ; believe it or not ; the stench is far more potent in the summers than during winters. Over the course of a few weeks; it starts to show in your capacity to work.
I am no different, as in my case it was the flies after all ; despite the warranties by all-out ; nothing seems to work on them. The mornings start off blue after all the tumult. At a juncture, it becomes a part and parcel of your being. The ability of humans to evolve and adapt fails to amaze me.
While the church and many other cults may despise ‘Evolution’ for as they believe ‘depriving life of a sense of purpose’; the truth of the matter is more deep than they comprehend it to be as- on the contrary, Charles Darwin has made it likely to understand how purpose, like life, is also like climbing the spiral stairway , one stride at a time. In a general nous, evolution gives rise to purpose ; or so I believe.
Every sign of plot, every manifestation of devise, which subsisted in the watch of us humans, precedes in the subtlety of nature; with the crucial deference that on the roster of nature, the design is so much more intricate, that even the most prodigal fail to come to a consensus.
So the days go by, for ever and a day monotonous, and diminutive of sleep. The skies were punched with a dazzling blue and seemed to pledge a fluid form of themselves, more captivating than ever. It forced me to think if it was the same sky I traced about in my nursery school, as I trotted along grudgingly as early as 6 in the morning, in a hazy state as I clutched on the mustard by the shortcut through the fields?
The world as it was then, over the hordes of vultures whom I often mistook for ravens and who roved about in a keen likeliness to a crow, now gone without a trace. A sanctuary, or at least a square perennial carrion sans pesticides ; was but a dream they couldn’t afford to see. My senses keep me in a poignant, nearly redeeming yet catatonic state.
Paradoxical intention is a cognitive reframing method where the insomniac, instead of endeavouring to fall asleep in the blanket of the night, makes a ardent stab to stay up and about (i.e. to all intents and purposes stops making an effort to fall asleep). One of the theories that might explain the efficacy of this scheme is that by all means it is not of your own accord – is the means of making oneself go to sleep, it relieves the routine fretfulness that come to pass from the call for or requirement to fall asleep, which is meant to be a submissive act. This method has been shown to diminish sleep effort and performance anxiety and also subordinate subjective appraisal of sleep-onset latency and overestimation of the sleep deficit
So if at all there was some nous, as I fancied, in my imagination of the sky as a persuasive blue. It was oozing out, this blue, to all the nebulous and amorphous masses around, and I have come to believe that it had been coordinated for me on a private base , more so as a alternative to abundance amidst thoughts of singularity and plurality of the universe at its facile best. There is always something new about the same recurring dream, something that I had not been sentient of ahead of that particular sleepless night, and something that I received as a tribute to the auburn sun that taught me humility , the first time I tried to stare it down.
As behaviours regiment and coagulate , as purposes delineate themselves, us humans can only foster the thought of being amidst company ,be taught to understand not only the exploits of other portions of our community but even their inherent yearnings and intents before they take a step forward. Not merely do we gain knowledge of the writ to infer their objectives but, in small but meaningful communities that benefit from collaboration, we also go forward to have compassion with or sensitively act in response to the purposes of people other than our kith and kin.
I bracket together this sagacity of acceleration with the equal contemplation of being exhausted. Not to blow my own bugle but it is not out of the ordinary that I get tired quickly, even though in a somewhat ruptured sense of rapture , from which I went back up again- exhausted again though just as rapturous. I don't know if this was the cul-de-sac of the the human race that you emerged from eventually, but providentially, it gives the impression wisdom time and again in acceptance of this heuristic indication as one of those demure caveats from olden times: dormant , yet consigning any transgressors efficiently on its own terms.