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The Circle-o
History depicts it, science explains it, philosophy thinks it, and psychology reflects it. The idea of the infinite revolutions of the circle first arrose in written history after Siddharta Buddha reflected upon its essence while meditating below the Bodhi tree and continued its realization by preaching the message to his followers. The circle embodies all things - it is the representation of eternity, the assimilation of life and death through an endless stroke, and the all-embodying nature of the universe. From war and peace, to winter and spring, from extreme to extreme: the circle is irrefutable. Fate is one with the circle. The circle begins and ends in the same origin, but the origin lies everywhere. There is no beginning or end to the circle. Although the circle might expand and contract, its original construct, its roots, if you will, will always remain the same. One molecule reflects a human being. One solar system, a galaxy. An atom, the universe. It all boils down to the unending cycle of the circumference of the circle. And there in lies the 'alltruth'. A villager is one with a billionaire. Jack the Ripper is Mother Teresa. Atheism is theism. Islam is Christianity. Americans are Iraqis. Everything is nothing. The circle defines all things from its eternal revolutions. We are all part of its constant flow. There is no free will. There is the revolution of the circle. It constructs us. It defines us. It destroys us. It gives us life. It gives us meaning. It gives us death. From end to end. From end to end. From end to end.
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Freedom is Slavery-
Made famous by George Orwell's 1984, the realization that freedom is slavery has been a dogmatic philosophy of man since Katal Huyuk. Elders instated religion to limit man to an imaginary set of boundaries. Politicians created law for the same objective. Society has represented a constant struggle to suppress man's desire for freedom. Those who attain freedom of mind suffer for it. It is congruent to the concept of the circle. One extreme represents the other. Everything is nothing. Freedom is slavery.
Imagine a bird in a cage. The bird is not free, but he knows his territory well. It will understand its limits. It will be restrained by metal on one end, and metal on the other. It will learn to be fed at a coordinate hour. It will learn to socialize within the limits of its cage. It will live a restricted life, and hence, a predicted one. Liberate the bird, and it will have vast expanse to fly over. Yet it will still limit itself. It will imagine its own boundaries in order to predict its own path. It will fly over restricted territory and it will follow other birds to control its environment. We are like the bird. We are born in a village that most of us will never leave. We find pleasure in knowing where home is, at what time we will eat, sleep, and entertain ourselves in. Our mental limits free us from the load of freedom.
Slavery of mind gives us comfort. It forbids thought and provides us with predictability, and hence, peace of mind. Unlike the bird, however, man acquired the instrument of doubt. Doubt is the end of mental slavery. Once attained, we may no longer guide ourselves through the limitations of our realities like the bird. And once unchained, mental slavery cannot be taken back. Mental freedom is a vast expanse of unknown that has no walls. It is an arduous trial to live in freedom of mind for we cannot fully comprehend the unknown. Freedom destroys our mental boundaries and makes us confront the unlimited. And though we may be unlimited in mind, we are limited in body. Man cannot fully understand that which he cannot feel. We cannot feel the unknown. This freedom has created in us a struggle of mind that will cease only in death. The conclusion to this doubt finds itself with the realization of the circle, but understanding the circle takes more than thought; it takes the completion of the revolution.
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Salvation in Perdition-
He who stares into the black abyss knows well that the faith in which he buries his hope, his soul, and his mind is lost forevermore. He who doubts all, doubts oneself. All lost in the whince of a searching eye. And hence, the trail that once seemed so clear is now lost in mist, hidden by the image of true darkness. Lost is he who cannot walk for his visage has been blurred by question. Lost is he who stares into the pit and finds only his stark self in reflection. Blinded by the vision of the hole, he is now lost where he once thought he was found. Nevermore will light shine upon his path. Nevermore will he find solution to his madness. Fear will confound his trail in circles as he seeks to find himself once again. Despair will stumble on his step as he walks with blinded eyes. He will fall with the abyss. Down in spirals he will go. Spinning into nothingness his thoughts will go. Reaching bottom, he will find dirt - agony as its foundation. And yet, once dirt smears his face and mixes with his tears, he will stand again, held by that which he discarded long before he stared at that which made him fall. For in time of deepest perdition, a bright light shines, appearing deep inside the hole of darkness. It leads to whence it begun. For whence life springs, death reeks. And from whence death reeks, life springs. Thus the cycle is complete.
