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The Brahmn

तत्त्वमसि (That art thou)
छ ांदोग्योपनिषद् ( Chandogya Upanishad 6.8.7)


THE BRAHMN
Arpita Chatterjee,
23rd Aug 2019,
New Delhi

The fact that we see reproduction as reproduction is the fundamental barrier to our
understanding of the concept of the one (the only) supreme life (or supreme being). We have
separated every thing from the other. The sun is separate from the earth, the earth is separate
from the ocean, for that matter even oceans are separate from each other, water is separate
from salt, the plants are separate from the organisms, the organisms and plants are different
from their off springs. This separation is all into our minds. If we can think of a theory where
one can just remove the separation theory, imagine, a new part of an existing plant growing
out of it, growing and blooming a little differently from the older part, why should it be seen as
a separate entity, it is just a continuum. What is the link between the first man on earth and
me? Living things just grew, they formed on one body and after a while drifted apart physically,
and so on, try and think of it as the same life just drifted apart physically. Does the physical
disconnection form the base of the notion of a separate entity? Deep into atomic structure, we
find that physicality is nothing, there is nothing that is the original indivisible particle, and
beyond a point we start observing popping matter vanishing and appearing as unbelievably
as could be. We also observe that at greater speeds, matter becomes same as energy, matter
assumable can be formed out of energy alone, rather matter at the speed of light is energy
itself. Matter and energy are interchangeable. So is space and time. So, what is physicality?
What is separatism? What makes you not believe that there was this one thing born (or not
born, was just there) and it kept on either growing or revealing itself. In the course of time, we
appeared (to ourselves!) and we started observing things, measuring, estimating, even
predicting. Imagine yourself as a bacterium stuck into Mr Ramesh’s stomach. You would
spend your life and the whole life of the community to gauge the character of the sky, it turns
red at times, at times pale. You would never ever realise that it is the effect of the kind of food
or mood the person is having, exactly into whose belly you are in. You are a part of that body
itself, you and the person are not separate, Every thing that you see as a separate entity is
into a belly of an otherwise simple system, but is beyond the thought paradigm from the belly.
As broken pieces of the universe, we cannot sketch the complete image of the one system,
because we always see, touch, smell, taste and hear a partial vibration, that is insufficient
description of the whole being. The one thing that you call universe, and also assume its limits
(the ones that are never found), is the one and only living being. It breathes, moves, expands,
shrinks and is yet still. Everything, the expansion and contraction of the brain cells, heart
arteries while being sad, happy, tensed or anxious, the wave and ray nature of light, vibrations
beyond what we see as red and violet, the popping matter in the nucleus, the nothingness of
matter, the heaviness of air and vacuum, the ether of the past and future, the twin stars, the
soil, the sand, the salt, the silt is all it. It is all us, the trees, leaves, minerals, fossils, the
organisms in our bodies and us are all broken pieces of the same superstructure.

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