It is a mobile carnival of sorts with rides, shops, eatables and games. The place was full of bright lights, cool music and screams. It is a great place to go to watch people make the most animated expressions while on the rides.
There are four main castes usually listed in the following order; Brahmins, the teachers/priests, Kshatriyas, the warriors and administrators, Vaishyas, the traders and the Shudras, the labourers. This system originally developed as method of division of labour and thus the analogy of the different parts of the body. In very little time though, even as early as the Later Vedic Era, the system became thoroughly corrupted. People began to lose the freedom to move between the castes based on one’s choice of profession. Caste became a matter of birth.
I’m looking at everything I use and wondering; Where did this come from? How was it made? What did I kill for it? So maybe I didn’t hold the knife but as a consumer, I am what feeds the system to continue doing what it does.
We aren’t used to a type of respect which is independent of sex, money or education, which is far more fundamental. That’s what we have to work towards for true equality.
For change to occur, dialogues, debate, awareness, media attention triggering thought and questions in hard set ways of current society, and introspection all need to occur.
We all need to do our part;
1) Encourage respect and sensitivity in men and patriarchal women
2) Discourage patriarchal notionals within oneself, within one’s family or school/college. Counter them with arguements for Equality
3) Allow young men and women to be friends from childhood, get to know each other, develop respect and empathy for each other
I have been grappling with some difficult questions about home and belonging, what to do with life, whether this PhD is just a job to me or more, and who I am.
No amount of violence we can subject those aggressors to can take away her pain. Nothing can undo that devastation. But by subjecting them to the horrors many of us have vividly envisioned administering to them, we only add to the total depravity of human nature.
Gottingen itself was also quite pretty but I’m sure my impression was strongly influenced by the fact that I saw it on two lovely spring days with the sun shining bright and florescent green leaves peeping out of the distrustful trees.
If you go deep enough into one thing, you will reach the infinity of existence within it. This is true of all fields. A musician touches the infinite connection when touched with inspiration. Tunes are given, just as words to an inspired poet. Given from where?
But I couldn’t laugh because it was so quiet! I tried very hard to stop moving the bike, but it continued to let out small creaks and squeaks. I tried so hard not to laugh.
As I listened to the experiences of those who took DMT, I heard echoes of this mythological state. It isn’t a creative story. It is the truth of a different world which we know so little about.