Cynosure of Cynicism

When does one have the feeling of loneliness? When does one feel that he has lost something even when he is in a position to gain everything? When does one have that incomprehensible feeling of loss which is tied with the red haze of blazing fury and frustration? When does one have the feeling of abandonment even when he very much wants to be part of the world? When does one feel so lonely that even when he is surrounded by hundreds of people he hears nothing, sees nothing and feels nothing but yet feels everything, sees everything and hears everything?

Who feels the above? Is it normal to be that way? What is normal? Is it normal to be lonely in the world? Is it normal to be obsessively felt wanted? Is it normal to have a feeling of being wanted more specific in nature? Is it normal to have such a strong feeling of being wanted converged to a specific entity that one would want to do everything in the world to ascertain that the feeling does not meander its way to dreams but rather stay put in the prosaic world of reality? Is it normal to feel ashamed of it? Is it normal to feel afraid of consequences of vocalizing such feelings? Is it normal to feel so ashamed that it is at death’s door one would juggle his vocal chords in the rhythm that would accentuate such feelings?

What kind of feelings are these? Is it the body or the mind that keeps playing these tricks? Is it important to think about the existence of such feelings? Are there more important things to write about? Are these feelings described through the ages? Have they been celebrated or described cynically? Why are they cynical? Do these thoughts make one cynical? How do they make one cynical? What is cynicism? Why does one feel cynical? Is it just due to these feelings that cynicism creeps into the mind and body? Is cynicism just an illusory gamut of blazing irrational thoughts perpetuating the very essence of your sanity? Is it necessary to be cynical? Is it such a feeling so natural that the realization of such a feeling can shock you out of your mind? Does being cynical mean loss of faith?

Can one destroy cynicism? Can one put it beyond reach? Can one make a substitute for the loss of faith? Can one replenish their faith so that the cynicism is destroyed? Is this what the Enlightened ones talk about? Are the Enlightened ones enlightened because they have destroyed their cynicism? Do they see the world as it really is? Do they see the world without any expectations, without any inhibitions, without happiness, without sadness or without any cynicism and yet feel each one of these conflicting emotions when they view the world through a different light, which is entirely of their own making? Who are these Enlightened ones? How have they destroyed the cynosure of cynicism? What is the cynosure of cynicism? Is it the focal point from which the feeling of being wanted arises and which when not requited spirals throughout the soul as cynicism? How is the cynosure of cynicism destroyed? How does one become enlightened? How does one look into himself and point to the cynosure of cynicism to even start destroying it? How does one look into himself at all? How does one become individualistic? Is being individualistic the same as destroying the cynosure of cynicism? Is it also the same as living free and dying hard? Is it the cue to start living? Is it the same as submitting to the world, to the ways of the world, to the energies of the world? Is submission an act of weakness, something to be ashamed about? What is submission? Is it giving in to something superior? Who is superior? Is the world superior or is an individual superior? Is there a way to judge superiority? Should there be something superior? If there is nothing superior, is there something which is inferior? If there is nothing superior or inferior, who is submitting to whom? Is there no submission happening at all? If there is no submission happening, what is happening? Does one just become resonant with the energies of the world? Does one find these energies inside him? Is finding the same as producing a sublime, subtle piece of creative work such as a painting, a sculpture, a mathematical expression, a poem, a form of prose, an intricate design of handiwork, a Tennis shot, a devastating cricket ball, a musical composition of such purity and beauty that it is resonant with any natural process in the world and commands enlightenment making that person an Enlightened one? Is destroying the cynosure of cynicism the same as attaining the balance between the world and the individual, between everything and one thing, between everyone and the one?

What has been written until this point? Why has it been written? Is writing this a form of cynicism? Or is the process of writing a way to destroy the cynosure of cynicism? Has the cynosure of cynicism been destroyed?