I have a Dream, that my children, will one day, live in a nation where they will be judged not by color of their skin, but content of their character
this was 1963, times have changed, dreams have gotten bigger, or at least different.
Or have they?
Martin Luthar King goes on to quote a creed- We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal"
what does it even mean?- 55 years later, "men ceases to be a metaphor, it becomes literal- and therefore- maybe someone will argue - why not say "human"? eventually, the clock will go back to Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam
Dreams are an escape into reality, although with a time lag. Dreams maybe waved away as such, when one wakes up, not necessarily because they aren't true, but because they are- much too uncomfortably- with a time lag
Yet neither the dream of Dr King, nor Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam, has any meaning until their sheer energy is powerful enough to make men move.
The mighty Ganga is not the experienced truth until it is unshackled from the Shiva's hair.
And it takes time.
An escape, planned in a rush, not thought through, is destined to fail. A dream, if not nurtured in a mind allowed to sleep, the river not allowed to flow beyond the labyrinth of anxiety, fear, inattention, wouldn't flow onto the earth-
And therefore- an escape takes time
Freud argued a dream is a desire, an impulse for creation or death, transmogrified, displaced by our very own belief, values, prejudices- and these could be unacknowledged synonyms.
A poet argues dreams are an escape into reality- or the reality is the displaced, transmogrified, censored dream.
And it has to be a poet who would argue such a thing- isn't it?
A man of reality would call Dr King a radical dream, a hallucination, a man of reality would caution the river against taking the plunge down from safety of heavens, a man of reality would claim dreams never come true
3 years ago i went to a village, sitting on a hill, with no navigable road. The realists had abandoned the place- too small, too remote, too difficult to get power, a school. If the earth is a family, clearly some aren't the favorites.
In another village, and another- dreams were rationed into all cash SUVs for some, and non functional schools, unpaid salaries, year long holidays with "pass certificates for the "future of the nation" , until they grow up and realize "All" means "some", and some definitely does not mean them unless in their shared misfortune.
The dreams have not changed in quality- they might have in semantics
Carl Jung talked about collective subconscious, the idea of common memories, common dreams, and therefore common mythology for men- did he also mention the epidemic ailment of somnambulant society that doesn't really sleep, that has forgotten to dream, to own up to reality, the truth of our dreams?
genesis of a lie is often a desire to control the truth. delusions are easier than dreams, they are controllable
therefore, possibly,
a delusion of nation/town/community first helps like a morphine for the gangrenous existence
and therefore it is important to choose penicillin of truth over morphine of delusion, biases, prejudices
I remember a dream where I stood in front of endless doors, unable to choose, for the fear of choosing wrongly, in another version I chose the closest dead end. there were no retrials, as in life- there are none once I chose to use a moment in one way or the other.
I leave you with the blessings I received- May your life be blessed with infinite opportunities, May you choose wisely, may you be blessed with courage to take the first step, may you persevere with tenacity.
this was 1963, times have changed, dreams have gotten bigger, or at least different.
Or have they?
Martin Luthar King goes on to quote a creed- We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal"
what does it even mean?- 55 years later, "men ceases to be a metaphor, it becomes literal- and therefore- maybe someone will argue - why not say "human"? eventually, the clock will go back to Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam
Dreams are an escape into reality, although with a time lag. Dreams maybe waved away as such, when one wakes up, not necessarily because they aren't true, but because they are- much too uncomfortably- with a time lag
Yet neither the dream of Dr King, nor Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam, has any meaning until their sheer energy is powerful enough to make men move.
The mighty Ganga is not the experienced truth until it is unshackled from the Shiva's hair.
And it takes time.
An escape, planned in a rush, not thought through, is destined to fail. A dream, if not nurtured in a mind allowed to sleep, the river not allowed to flow beyond the labyrinth of anxiety, fear, inattention, wouldn't flow onto the earth-
And therefore- an escape takes time
Freud argued a dream is a desire, an impulse for creation or death, transmogrified, displaced by our very own belief, values, prejudices- and these could be unacknowledged synonyms.
A poet argues dreams are an escape into reality- or the reality is the displaced, transmogrified, censored dream.
And it has to be a poet who would argue such a thing- isn't it?
A man of reality would call Dr King a radical dream, a hallucination, a man of reality would caution the river against taking the plunge down from safety of heavens, a man of reality would claim dreams never come true
3 years ago i went to a village, sitting on a hill, with no navigable road. The realists had abandoned the place- too small, too remote, too difficult to get power, a school. If the earth is a family, clearly some aren't the favorites.
In another village, and another- dreams were rationed into all cash SUVs for some, and non functional schools, unpaid salaries, year long holidays with "pass certificates for the "future of the nation" , until they grow up and realize "All" means "some", and some definitely does not mean them unless in their shared misfortune.
The dreams have not changed in quality- they might have in semantics
Carl Jung talked about collective subconscious, the idea of common memories, common dreams, and therefore common mythology for men- did he also mention the epidemic ailment of somnambulant society that doesn't really sleep, that has forgotten to dream, to own up to reality, the truth of our dreams?
genesis of a lie is often a desire to control the truth. delusions are easier than dreams, they are controllable
therefore, possibly,
a delusion of nation/town/community first helps like a morphine for the gangrenous existence
and therefore it is important to choose penicillin of truth over morphine of delusion, biases, prejudices
I remember a dream where I stood in front of endless doors, unable to choose, for the fear of choosing wrongly, in another version I chose the closest dead end. there were no retrials, as in life- there are none once I chose to use a moment in one way or the other.
I leave you with the blessings I received- May your life be blessed with infinite opportunities, May you choose wisely, may you be blessed with courage to take the first step, may you persevere with tenacity.
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