Stray Thoughts

When the mind lies vacant ideas enter into it through doors unseen. These doors lie unheeded in the subconscious, and correspond to the survival or sex instincts in man. These are primal instincts and are the most powerful that a person has. When some incoming thought targets this part of the brain there is little resistance and the mind becomes susceptible to be influenced dangerously. May be with a little help from intoxicants such thoughts and feelings could place one in compromising situations.

There is something in the saying that an idle mind is the play ground of the devil. The devil being the sum total of the basic urges that one has. When it takes over only destruction could be generated and nothing else. These annihilations could take many forms. Some could be mental, some could be physical and some may even have social ramifications.

Thus idleness becomes a sin against us and the world. It is not safe to be idle in mind. Yet most of us are like that and get lured in by the trickster at all times.

It is curious that the devil is called trickster amongst other names in the Judeo-Christian tradition. May be there is some sense in it. He tricks people into his domain and makes uses of them to undo what the good sense has done to make our lives better.

It may be well to say things like this, that there is an unseen realm within the consciousness and it can be influenced by even stray thoughts relating to certain aspects of man and can become the undoing of us in the end. But what could be the reason for it, what causes this chink in us? Are we born weak or is it some burden that we have accumulated in the course of the long evolution that we had?

There are no answers. What is within? What are these animal urges and fears and passions that get to us when something cracks in us? There is any number of instances of irrational things that we do when in the throes of such emotions. Are they emotions even or are they something subterranean trying to get upper-hand and show us it’s superior.

At those times we are not much different from the madmen. Nothing we do then would make sense. But even otherwise we are not much better than animal or robots. We are either programmed by the society or are quite outside it and would have no conscience to speak of.

Sometimes, I don’t know what to make of man