Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Signs of life

How do scientists look for life in other worlds? One of the most basic dilemmas is this- that we only know one way of defining carbon-based life. Beyond this, neither do we know what we are looking for, nor how we'd identify whatever interesting 'stuff' we picked up. And still there are enough of them, with telescopes aimed and microscopes at the ready, searching constantly, endlessly, through eons of space-time, for a sign. Just one sign.

On earth as in heaven, there are enough of us who do the same. We look to the stars and the great beyond for signs.

Under the guise of science and research, religion and tradition, the impulses that move us are the same- A basic human need for knowledge, and security in knowing. And so we sift through signs, from earth and star and instinct, asking as we examine each one- Is this it ? Is this a sign of life, a sign from God, a sign marking my place in the universe?

Circling back to the dilemma, we hold these things, not knowing if they are what we were looking for, nor knowing what the objects of our seeking look like. We pick our symbols, marking the end of our own personal quests, the end of our territories and desire to know. This much is enough, we say.

This little understanding, this greater world-view. This knowledge that stars are great spheres of fire, this faith that the fire in them shapes my destiny.

We pick our symbols, objects of power to us. A cross, a sacred thread, a pair of bangles marking a married woman. A totem pole, a ritual mask. Each of picks our objects, and we hold them and say- This much, and no more. This understanding is enough, this object powerful enough. Enough sustenance to live by, until the flame of life dies.

For myself, I hold them all. I hold lamps to be lit at night and sacred threads, meditations by the sea and insights from starlit forest nights. I cast them all back to the skies and ask still - Is this it? Is this all the understanding there is?

3 comments:

Neeraja said...

I am always out of adjectives and synonyms to praise your writing and how aptly you convert thoughts into beautiful words. Amazing post!

SecondSight said...

N-thank you :). It is funny how confused thoughts make words come together..

Suvasini said...

Beautiful post... I love the last line. :)