THE AUTHOR OF FATE
BY
S. MAHESHKUMAR
BY
S. MAHESHKUMAR
HUMAN LIFE in particular and Life in general is restricted by Time. All that exists is subjected to inexistence. All that lives is subjected to growth, decay and death. It is, but the speculations or predictions of these phenomena that really matters us to justify their validity now. Life springs from the hands of death to write its own destiny. If we look aptly this passage with acuteness, then we will be definitely in good terms with what we shall mean by the word Fate.
Death chokes in order to initiate Life. Fate is what is called the pre-registry or the almanac of the proceedings of the lively matter that disturb the womb. It is said that in order to take a birth one should have committed at least a sin. It is a necessary condition for a soul to enter and acquire a body. But all these kind of sayings are mere speculations. They are silly words without any seriousness. Life is trapped first by the soul’s gravity that is the womb once again and gets ejected after nourishment into an offspring as a result of successfully completing its concourse to form into an issue and so on. Indirectly we the soul-dwellers are influencing an unknown kind—the God perhaps who reaps out of our life and work done here in this mortal material world! At one stage we speak of death and at a later stage we compulsorily speak of immortality. In between these two extremes we come across the subjects which deal with the theories and practises of Fate—the so called Astrology or Horoscopy or Palmistry, etc.
Those who prefer very much to these speculative kinds surely do not know the essence of their true being as much as they know about the Fate of mankind as a whole! We cultivated these studies such as Astrology, Palmistry, etc., to the extent of satisfying the unfulfilled lust or desires of ourselves. In actuality, all the sciences originated only to conquer the monarchy of the Spirit. In all our efforts, we entertain less and suffer most by not seriously considering and not realising this truth respectively. Our conquest of death is that we say to it when we face it, “You kill me, oh, death! But not my seed!!”
Great people grow panicky to imagine themselves silently sleeping in their tombs one day! To facilitate their pseudo-immortality, they appreciate such theories called past life or post life that too in the form of good memories! There is no Fate and there is no Fateology just because the person who pretends to be its Author turns out to be a Fairy!
Fate is possible only when it is or its premises are limited. The word Fate simply signifies and praises the glory of the concept of limits, or limitednesses. So, a person should be unlimited to encompass limitedness. This requires the presence of a being who is infinite enough to author the finite. We are being converted from finitesimal (finitely small) to infinitesimal (infinitely small) all the time just because it is the only way that life course adopts, for it achieves infinitude by becoming infinitesimal from finitude as nothing is infinite. So by becoming nothing, we become infinite and by becoming something we become finite and limited. Infinity is the author of the finite as immortality surpasses mortality. Fate is only for the mortals and as soon as we transform our entire being into infinity, it dims the eyes of Fate to see us properly. As a result we observe it perfectly and determine its Fate!
—S. Maheshkumar.
{Written on 14th February 2000 at 1.05 PM Indian Standard Time.}
Death chokes in order to initiate Life. Fate is what is called the pre-registry or the almanac of the proceedings of the lively matter that disturb the womb. It is said that in order to take a birth one should have committed at least a sin. It is a necessary condition for a soul to enter and acquire a body. But all these kind of sayings are mere speculations. They are silly words without any seriousness. Life is trapped first by the soul’s gravity that is the womb once again and gets ejected after nourishment into an offspring as a result of successfully completing its concourse to form into an issue and so on. Indirectly we the soul-dwellers are influencing an unknown kind—the God perhaps who reaps out of our life and work done here in this mortal material world! At one stage we speak of death and at a later stage we compulsorily speak of immortality. In between these two extremes we come across the subjects which deal with the theories and practises of Fate—the so called Astrology or Horoscopy or Palmistry, etc.
Those who prefer very much to these speculative kinds surely do not know the essence of their true being as much as they know about the Fate of mankind as a whole! We cultivated these studies such as Astrology, Palmistry, etc., to the extent of satisfying the unfulfilled lust or desires of ourselves. In actuality, all the sciences originated only to conquer the monarchy of the Spirit. In all our efforts, we entertain less and suffer most by not seriously considering and not realising this truth respectively. Our conquest of death is that we say to it when we face it, “You kill me, oh, death! But not my seed!!”
Great people grow panicky to imagine themselves silently sleeping in their tombs one day! To facilitate their pseudo-immortality, they appreciate such theories called past life or post life that too in the form of good memories! There is no Fate and there is no Fateology just because the person who pretends to be its Author turns out to be a Fairy!
Fate is possible only when it is or its premises are limited. The word Fate simply signifies and praises the glory of the concept of limits, or limitednesses. So, a person should be unlimited to encompass limitedness. This requires the presence of a being who is infinite enough to author the finite. We are being converted from finitesimal (finitely small) to infinitesimal (infinitely small) all the time just because it is the only way that life course adopts, for it achieves infinitude by becoming infinitesimal from finitude as nothing is infinite. So by becoming nothing, we become infinite and by becoming something we become finite and limited. Infinity is the author of the finite as immortality surpasses mortality. Fate is only for the mortals and as soon as we transform our entire being into infinity, it dims the eyes of Fate to see us properly. As a result we observe it perfectly and determine its Fate!
—S. Maheshkumar.
{Written on 14th February 2000 at 1.05 PM Indian Standard Time.}
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