Anatomy

Do you believe in foresight?

I do. Foresight is the ablity to see or recognize an event before it actually happens. Have we ever thought that maybe we all have this ability? That actually the event foreseen is actually the Real or the Truth? But why is it so difficult or illogical or unnatural to foresee the future? I assume that we all have the ability but many of us lost the skill as we grew into maturity. I believe that many of us lost this “skill” because through maturation we refuse to acknowledge or misrecognize the reality provided by our surroundings. It is signals given by our environment, entities that confirm our existence, but which we neglect or purposely repel their communication through repeated signals, because we are infatuated and engrossed with our Self. It is our failure to perceive, or receive our existence in others so that we are negated of this particular gift. Therefore our psyche must go through the process of misrecognition to be able to see the Truth.

If I am not making sense, then how do we explain Love at First Sight? How do we have this funny feeling that the person you meet and see for the very first time will be your partner for life. Now, many of you feel that Love is a romantic notion campaigned by Hollywood, initially indoctrinated by bards to support the royalty’s image of sanctity and the sacredness of Christianity. But I believe that this very romantic notion has aculturated deeply and even assimilated into our psyche to deserve a mere primordial explanation.

I am an advocate of Love because I feel it so. I can foresee my future. I have met my soulmate and I know for certain that my future is with this person. I can’t afford misrecognitions for the truth to arise. I have seen the truth and I will fight to keep it Real for it determines my existence and purpose in this very short life.

So I learned in class today, as we were discussing Lacan, as cited by Slavoj Zizek through an example in Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, that to grasp Truth in a psychoanalitical (Lacan) way is to misrecognize it.

At their first encounter, Darcy and Elizabeth falls in love, but because of their difference in social status and class they failed to recognize each’s true intentions. Because of Darcy’s pride, he regards his affection unworthy, thus he appears to dismiss her world and expects Elizabeth to honorably accept his proposal. Her prejudice casts him as a vulgar, high class arrogant and vain. Therefore she refuses his proposal. Both neglected or misinterpreted or read an inverse message from each other. After their break up, adventures of coincidences reveal their true feelings of love as it appears to both characters. Darcy finally recognizes Elizabeth is his sensitive and tender nature, as he is her dignity and wit.

Indifferent to Lacan’s concept of love, it is my belief the process of uncovering the truth, which will ultimately draw to love, does go through a process of misrecognitions. In part, for it is a process, an experience that will draw strength to future relations with the supposed “loved” partner. Although one does not have to go through the rigorous misadventures of Darcy and Elizabeth, misrecognition can be noticed through idealistic first impressions of our spouse. If we recall they are misrecognitions in the form of denials, doubts, resistance, anxiety, ignorance, and other negative responses of our spouse. This process is curiously certain and unavoidable. It has manifested or developed through stages in our formalization of the self.

So how do we deal with this uneasy misrecognitions? There is no empirical solution but metaphysical, in fact it may transcend to holistic methods. I propose to simply believe and have faith. Belief is built upon lessons from our growing environment, society and community, and pedadogy. Where as faith is drawn upon a collection of experiences that we accept as foundations to alleviate the self, therefore creating a feeling of confidence. Those two, I believe, are essential in relieving the feeling of pain or disappointment from misrecognition.

Another way would be to “be tough.” Ignore the pains and seek the truth, or wait and live our routinity as the truth reveals itself in due time. The truth, which we initially fail to recognize will ultimately disclose itself, as it has to me and my spouse, which lead to optimistic jubilances of love. Our story of course is different and unique, as many other people are, and dissimilar in the range of the time to unveil this truth. I am fortunate and perhaps blessed to have a insignificant amount of time in this process.

So, bear with it and sweat it out. Let love surface.

The very thought of our purpose in life abruptly shatters our concentration at times. It is at this point we ultimately question our goals, our achievements, our motives to exist and strive for life in this short amount of time we have. Then in the speed of light all our sentimental memories grace our thought. Again we question what we lack in those memories, or are they just trivial remembrances, unworthy of consideration, or even not notable to keep as nostalgia. How about the memories that matters? Are they memories or experiences worth holding on to? Then we move to regrets. Have we done something in the past that we are repentant to… Or have we completely forgiven ourself or others for doing something to us? Do we wish that we can do it all over again? If we get a second chance what will we do? More and more questions follow.

Like all cognitive beings, our mind dwell in three matrices of time; the past, the present, and the future. In this short journey through life, we neglect to live in the now. We emphasize on the past and future. We regret and set targets, but we often forget what to do this instant that we breathe.

O, it’s just me questioning of everything that popped somewhen.

All I can think of right now is a person I hold dear to some 15 thousand kilometers away.

9817 miles (15800 km / 8531 nautical miles) is our physical boundary.

0 is our existing boundary.

Love folds space and time into infinitesimal properties beyond our comprehension, beyond logic or reason, an assumption many to believe holistic and mystic in nature. There are no mathematical equation or scientific formula, just a primordial instinct passed from eons of generations, from a mutation of the genes, sparked by undefinable purpose. Does a certain fractal prescription implicitly explain chaos, thus disclose the paradox of nature altogether? Does it matter that we unveil this mystery?

0 is our existing boundary, our love ad infinitum.