Memory, Thought, Continuity.
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There is a road that begins at the Rest-house on Dewas-Road and goes all the way towards Birla-Hospital. This was my favorite walk during the years 1995-2000.
The colonies that are strewn on the either sides were the places where peace reigned during the evenings and in the early mornings. The quiet on the streets would deepen even more when birds kept watching eastwards, huddle together on the cables, waiting for the Sun-rise.
On that path there was a beautiful acacia. Though laden with thorns it had great life surrounding it. Infested with the ants and even the termites, a part of it covered with the mud that termites have put on it, it looked resplendent in its glory and calm.
For two years or more, I used to pass by it when a day some miscreant and mischievous guy might have thrown a threadlike piece of 'love-vine' (Cassytha filiformis) upon it. Cascading upon the acacia, the vine kept growing and living out a borrowed life of its own.
I noticed it was there, but never knew who might have done this.
In the next two or three years the Tree gradually withered away and almost a skeleton of it remained as if reminding of its past charm and glory.
However the aggressor 'love-vine' flourished and prospered day and night and one day covered up the whole tree. Then came the downfall. When the 'love-vine' had its feed full, and the acacia was dry and dead, it too started shrinking an drying-up.
On an auspicious day the owner of the place decided to remove it and clean up the place.
There was tree no more. Nor the 'love-vine'.
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Thought encroaches upon, infiltrates into the consciousness and soon dominates. Thought survives in terms of memory and memory is not the consciousness, though only a pointer of its preexistence as the foreground. Memory soon becomes a vast and deep trough that holds thought, though is made of the same fiber, that is thought.
Perception is cognition, but thought and memory become precognitive aspect that is thought of as 'recognition'. There is no continuity whatsoever, but the vine keeps spreading on and on, until a day when consciousness has left the body.
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There is a road that begins at the Rest-house on Dewas-Road and goes all the way towards Birla-Hospital. This was my favorite walk during the years 1995-2000.
The colonies that are strewn on the either sides were the places where peace reigned during the evenings and in the early mornings. The quiet on the streets would deepen even more when birds kept watching eastwards, huddle together on the cables, waiting for the Sun-rise.
On that path there was a beautiful acacia. Though laden with thorns it had great life surrounding it. Infested with the ants and even the termites, a part of it covered with the mud that termites have put on it, it looked resplendent in its glory and calm.
For two years or more, I used to pass by it when a day some miscreant and mischievous guy might have thrown a threadlike piece of 'love-vine' (Cassytha filiformis) upon it. Cascading upon the acacia, the vine kept growing and living out a borrowed life of its own.
I noticed it was there, but never knew who might have done this.
In the next two or three years the Tree gradually withered away and almost a skeleton of it remained as if reminding of its past charm and glory.
However the aggressor 'love-vine' flourished and prospered day and night and one day covered up the whole tree. Then came the downfall. When the 'love-vine' had its feed full, and the acacia was dry and dead, it too started shrinking an drying-up.
On an auspicious day the owner of the place decided to remove it and clean up the place.
There was tree no more. Nor the 'love-vine'.
--
Thought encroaches upon, infiltrates into the consciousness and soon dominates. Thought survives in terms of memory and memory is not the consciousness, though only a pointer of its preexistence as the foreground. Memory soon becomes a vast and deep trough that holds thought, though is made of the same fiber, that is thought.
Perception is cognition, but thought and memory become precognitive aspect that is thought of as 'recognition'. There is no continuity whatsoever, but the vine keeps spreading on and on, until a day when consciousness has left the body.
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