Monday 14 September 2009

Thread Makers

Our minds are really voids resembling needle's eyes. So needles we are in this world and numerous threads trespass our heads to both keep us in line and at a distance from each other. Every piece of thread looks the same from beggining to end and each one is bound together by the same elementary particles throughout. What binds it also invests it with qualities of connectivity in terms of the transfer and continuum of essence and identity. Just like neural synapses inside the brain, threads are made up of various nodes of connection, so information can hence travel from one point to another via a well-trodden and unequivocal path.

How then could we transpose this metaphor in order to understand social and cultural behaviour which could be moulded by the constricting limits of the structures that "threads" impose upon us? It can be said that each and everyone of us has a needle's eye which at a certain stage in our lives is infiltrated by a particular type of thread that the context which we reside in has preparated for us. But if this preparation is overtly and blatantly tailor-made for us it is very difficult to ascertain. Because even though it is clear that the State and other countervailing institutions tacitly and sometimes openly collude in working hegemonically as thread-makers, it is also plausible to say that we ourselves practice the art of weaving those strands of simbolic meanings, values, norms and regulations that bind us together for the safety of our empty and solitude minds and existences.

Regardless of the way in which we are thrown in into a woven fabric of secure and comfortable composition, it is fundamental to comprehend how by participating in this, we not only enjoy the taken for granted lifestyles which are theoretically free of drifting in incomprehension and existential indifference. We also miss out on the best that a human existence really has to offer - a life of comprehension, tolerance and acceptance of the other and his and her subtle differences.

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