Of bread, butter, chastity and ChAoS
In line with my resolve to maintain the non-technicality of these spaces, tonight, I try to get my whims in sync with story-telling mood.. Ergo, let me tell you a story - “There used to be a boy who used to love bread and butter.. And he ate bread and butter…. until he started to detest bread and butter…” Its obvious right.. monotony of the meal got him.. It’s human nature you see. \m/
Lets delve a lil’ deeper nonetheless. It’s the natural tendency of every living thing to reduce disorder and reach ‘Thee limiting case of stability’.. ‘ Aaaaa.. I’m tending towards –> 0′.. However, only the most paranormal beings try to arrive at those limiting cases in a very convoluted way. They tend to see through the ‘apparant heavens’ and / or shun them at will. Obviously, the so called ‘convoluted ways’ are directed.. secretly governed.. unknowingly governed by the most basic needs that humans are doomed (programmed) to live (execute) with. So in our thread of execution, the subject was driven by ‘hunger’. But of course, there had to be an element of disambiguation.. So, where others saw food, the boy saw another prospect of entropy reduction.. Where others saw monotony of fat and wheat, the boy saw Nirvana..
Indeed, he tried to spawn a novel method and related apparatus to serve the ultimate cause — The apparatus of bread and butter based on chastity leading to reduction of disorder..
And how ? Disorder in a living context, macro context can be related to absence of purity.. the boy thought, so the presence of purity must lead to absence of disorder.. Viola ! The problem thus reduced to a simple quest for pure.. or so it seemed for sometime. But, now what is pure.. how do you define pure, eh ? “Umm.. Ma’am.. Khalsa means ‘the pure’ “. True, but the boy hadn’t turned a cannibal.. not as yet. So, the intersection of pure and food lead to..
um um.. ‘Pure Food’.. See see.. how I did it.. :-)
Now, how do you know what food is pure.. the boy wasn’t blessed with a cuisine-serving genie.. nah.. not till then.. Issac Newton defined purity when he experimented through his prisms, placed end-to-end, scattering light and then merging the 7 wavelengths into one.. Or so the boy thought.. “single ray scattered into 7 colours imples Disorder.. And again merged into one –> Order again.. whats the common thread.. what is that I’m missing..” After much deliberation, it stuck him.. The obviousness of Truth.. The eventuality of purity.. “White” !! The only thing that remains chaste.. the epitome of order.. The common cause.
Backtracking…… Intersection of Pure Food and White.. Eureka.. He had found it !
So, he got up and walked up to the nearest shop n started to look up close & yonder.. Too engrossed in executing his search routine to notice surrounding noobs’ bizarre glares and shopkeeper’s sigh of urgency.. And right at that moment, he stuck gold.. He had found an instance of seemingly impossible-to-instantiate class definition.. He had found Bread and he had found butter. Both almost white and both pure…. well almost.
So long for bread, butter and a chaste epitome of Purity. It only now remains to be analyzed as to how that chaste epitome was chastised leading to the disruption of the momentary illusion harbored by the boy and re-corroborating the notion that we live in parallel universes with only one universal time warp, vis-a-vis Chaos.
All in all, not to make a labor of it, the disruption started with a seemingly harmless, lifeless addition to this exquisitely almost perfect harmony of mathematical precision, i.e, bread and butter.. An agent - ‘Aloo bhujiya - masala flavour’.. Stumbled upon by the boy and used only to add a little spice to his seemingly perfect but flavourless combo of purity, this impurity was enough to make the entire system unbalanced, destroy the precision, induce unfound flaws in the equations and equilibrium, and put boy to such a state of desperation that he was forced to abandon the entire program execution. The agent was a very simple, replicating doubt-inducing agent.. Trying to convince the boy that something that tastes good has to be pure.. Otherwise, why would it feel so nice.. taste so good. And so the Agent kept replicating.. increasing it’s presence on the boy’s lil’ programmed food-Matrix and thus eating up the presence of the ‘pure food’.
And then there was Chaos.. The unpredictable.. The flutter of a butterfly than lead to a typhoon.. James Gleick explains it as something which isn’t explained by - “Physicists like to think that all you have to do is say, these are the conditions, now what happens next?”
But where Chaos begins, ‘the classic’ stops. For instance, a little indulgence in spicy leading to the only remaining indulgence until another chaos strikes and makes the previous chaos.. ‘the classic’.
And.. he started to detest bread and butter…” \m/
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