Saturday, August 29, 2015

Relatively Human

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While at an uptown restaurant we are the personifications of our appetite at the end of a famished day, while our order makes it's grand entrance,ensconced in an utensil built to flatter it, we are all our hungry eyes could behold, when the carefully preserved aroma escapes to tantalize, we become aware about the ability of our neglected nostrils to be seduced.
Finally, when we consume our dinner, the fleshy muscular organ we slog hard to appease all day long, the most judgmental part of the human anatomy, the wagging testimony to the most intricate of architectures,with every square inch of it demarcated to react to a specific taste vetoes the chef's culinary expertise;  we know the role the tongue's tip plays in making our lives tasteful or not.

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I've just deconstructed the fine-dining process and the synchronous sway it holds us in, despite appearing inconsequentially palatal. Same is the case when in a concert, where all our personality is contained from either sides of the brain, with the dichotomy of the conscious and sub-conscious self or during salacious indulgences, when our intellectual extension  becomes subservient to the primal one; while the body as a whole becomes indifference in trance to the genitals.


We take pride every day, every moment in immersing neck-deep into sub-plots, overstaying in some, constructing designations and jargons around them to feel less narcissistic and more flattered; then end up calling life complicated.
So we have words like "connoisseur" to cushion over-indulgent men,"workaholic" to crown shallow-employed beings and phrases like "make love" to sugarcoat passionate intercourse.

A machine is a composition of heterogeneous parts with individual mechanisms that work synchronously towards a homogeneous objective, the machine's functional purpose.  A bike with an over competent engine or a wheel with an independent agenda would be an anomaly, not a facet which would go on to define the bike's purpose altogether.
Whereas we as a race, take pride in being subservient to take a specific organ's ability or need,hone a skill out of it, make the skill utilitarian and bask in the perks usurped in the process.

 The other organs notwithstanding their independent aspirations become thankless reindeer to the sleigh, the flagship organ navigates. Vestigial by priority & designated by anatomy, it takes a mutiny in the form of an injury or an infection to remind one about their existence; the rare occasions when they get pampered with handpicked medicines and priority.

So, nepotism to one's vocal cord makes him a singer,devotion to his cerebrum, an intellectual or an artist; while obsession to the cavity between his legs: a pervert or a pornstar. An athlete or an bodybuilder's anatomy should be the most egalitarian scenario though, with the body bordering on megalomania and excessive flattery.

So unlike machines, birds and animals, this ability to extrapolate uni-dimensional prowess and in the process become different persons with each iteration makes us the most intriguing creatures among the created. While the former kind are homogeneous by objective with  a laid out blueprint to nullify individuality, our objectives and blueprints are contingent to constant evolution with every passing experience attained, every acquaintance made and hitherto insurmounted peaks breached.

Maybe this ability to lose plots passionately and make plots out of sub-plots with every passing indulgence constitutes our self-declared sixth sense, our alpha clout over animals and birds.Some call it the mind's eye, the ability to see beyond the vicinity of the present continuous province into the heart of the future continuous pastures making planning for an unborn era a possibility beyond mechanical existence in the present realm; with  roads, monuments, canals, dams, surgical procedures, doctrines, philosophies standing testimony to this gift.

This gift, like any other gift puts us at an advantage over the other species without the gift, our ivory tower to call the shot for ourselves and our beta designated peer species. To utilize the vantage point of our altitude in a fiduciary way within the covenants of restrain and empathy or squander the same for vanity is up to us.
If we decide to tow the latter path, we've always got our alpha adversaries in calamities,epidemics and comets to give us a reality check. For,all it takes is a mad elephant or a stray tiger to re-evaluate our alpha status.

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