Cosmos and I are bound in ways no logic or reason can explain. To think a rational mind can think everything to its logical conclusion is a folly. Chemistry that makes me thrive does not reason but imposes its will on me nevertheless. I choose my way and if it is proved right way I have to thank only those invisible controls that work in Cosmos. As a caveat to this let me add in fixing the impressions that assail me my reason helps me to be relevant in terms of immediate circumstances and also finetune where it has fallen short.
Coffee and basil do not complement each other. These have molecules that work opposite to each other. Coffee as a result will taste foul.
Our preferences for persons do not fall within what we would call rational behavior. Love at first sight? (Even before a woman has spoken a word man gets chemical messages: phermeron compounds set off to create signals in the brain.) VNO is located in the lower part of your nose much lower than olfactory cells and are tuned to receive such signals. What does the message say?’ I feel excited!’ Naturally you fall in love. Such chemical communication is intrapersonal and at unconscious level.
If body chemistry work should not I expect to bond with Cosmos in a permanent way? Is there some common ground?
Death of stars gives rise to new stars in cosmos: those elements spewed out of a dying star are what make up calcium in our bones and iron in the blood. Can we think of life on Earth without oxygen? Or for that matter carbon? These two also are by courtesy of a supernova.
In a manner of speaking we are ‘star children’ shaped by stellar events.
If all life forms as well as celestial bodies are evolved out of interstellar gases and dust do we have a specific centre? Every element in our body has been a wanderer among clouds of interstellar gas, and having come together by some sort of an arrangement should we not have been equally at home in cosmos as well?
To all intents and purpose we consider the Earth as our home and millennia of living here has shut out much of our cosmic ancestry; and in compensation we have acquired an ability to live on the Earth.
Our chemical ancestry is little understood and we think earth in terms of material aspects. Our thoughts ride on the wing of non material cues. If I smell chestnut being roasted around I am feeling homesick already of eating it in the special way mother baked for children. My thoughts are teased our by it. Time is compressed and also space. On the wings of chemical molecules homesickness spreads its wings. The fault is not in our stars but body chemistry. My body is shaped from Cosmos and my thoughts can leapfrog over reason despite what some skeptics might say. They cannot think straight and without the aid of material proof.
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
Julius Caesar (I, ii, 140-141)