Life Through the Third Eye

Describing the poet and the wise-man is beyond my realm but I can only provide a brief introduction of these eminent personalities which is as follows: The poet taps frequently on the paper attempting to extract deeper meanings hidden away in the whiteness and beauty of the fair virgin. Inadvertently while doing so, he is able to abrade upon a concept – lying dormant and dislocated on the bedstead of the past and create a new meaning out of this new found material despite it being as it is since time immemorial. Line after line, the poet transforms into a surgeon, and as the old meanings bleed when their skins are pulled off, they are replaced by new blood and skin, different from what it was before and this is the reproduction of new meanings and concepts, like a snake ready to strike and bide welcome to life. It becomes qualified to consume and awaken the hunger of researchers and critics who shall study the newly formed beauty of words and the splendor of meanings and concepts. The poet still strikes and taps on his paper, until his eyes go white and their ink dries up – the poet transforms them into multiple words which roam about in this existence for eternity. The wise-man has left society asunder and embraced isolation in the endeavor of rediscovering his five senses. Firstly, the eyes shall comprehend the concrete world in abstractness. For example, the door shall become an indication of man’s journey of life – wherein he alternates between entering and exiting or merely standing at a threshold – while the focus of this thought shall be the large wooden gate of the concrete world present at the entrance of the city. The wise-man shall continue to delve deeper into the reality of the concept of the door – was it created to be or remain open or closed? In his solitude, the wise-man shall conceive that what the ears hear is not relevant, rather it is that which touches and lingers in the conscious. Whatever we touch and taste in our imagination affects our senses to the fullest while there are countless things which we smell, touch and taste in our daily lives but they do not affect us at all – except superficially and physically. At a point in the journey – between the concept of meaning and the question of reality, the poet and the wise-man come face to face – looking at each other with frowning and empty expressions but laughing merrily inside their imaginations because they have finally realized that the ‘thought’ is constant while materials are in a cycle of continual change – even if they are rock solid. The senses are in a state of deceit since what they perceive is only the apparent exterior while the reality is lying deep inside – dormant until someone takes the effort to extract it from the depths of meaning and reason through the layers of dead ignorance; to achieve the beautiful treasure of the quintessence of life – life which appears to the wise-man as an empty gigantic ball despite it being apparently full! On the other hand, the poet perceives it to be a huge, heavy sphere full of words and letters – which if organized and put in good shape by a courageous man, its motion would be harmonious and rhythmic. But if for instance the poets would no longer exist, then this circle of words would snap. Its ink would leak and flow all across the concepts and meanings – blinding them. Then the wise-man would be unable to penetrate the exterior appearance and reach the depth of those meanings which the poet has expounded upon. He might misunderstand the opposite and remain oblivious to reality. As though he would consider and describe the eyes of a woman as an arrow piercing the heart while in reality they are blind, the property of a broken heart. The wise-man and the poet diverge at the end of this road – with conflicting viewpoints regarding the correct understanding of reality. The former carries his question with turmoil in his mind while the latter meanders around carrying his piece of paper which still remains white. Eventually, they meet again on a crossroad – laughing and neither of them aware that are they meeting or are they dispersing?