The creator

 

Life invincible. A crack in the concrete wall. Some chance seed of a flower lands on the barely visible space in the crack. The rains follow. The dew forms pearls on the petals. The chance seed makes the most of what has been given to it and germinates. There you have a little plant high on the wall waving in the breeze like a banner of life in a zone where life has no business to thrive. The plant then proclaims victory and you have a little flower on the top of this tiny plant.

The triumph of life, the urge to manifest from the unknown to the known. Is the flower separate from the stone? No. It’s mere extension of the stone from its cracked lip, its mouth open to the possibilities. I would say it’s a smile on the stone’s lips.

Even in its barren womb, the stone has the probability and potential for life. All it needs is a little crack, some drops of rain and a chance seed to transform that potential into reality. The stone smiles. The flower isn’t something separate from it. It’s merely an extension of it.

Manifestation is just a set of probabilities coming together from the infinite, ever evolving fabric of potential and probabilities. And of course it needs a set of appreciating eyes to witness this leela. It just needs some chance factors to acquire a structured pattern from the random factors sprinkled around like stars in the sky to complete one more little circle within the greatest circle ever; things going round and round; little cycles within the bigger cycles and still bigger ones to follow; going so big to again fall back into a point; nothingness and everythingness just the same.

Colors of beauty emerge from the stony ramparts of struggle, just like our very own journey through various challenges. There is an inherent inspiration in the cosmic fabric for this transformation. What drives this change, one may ask. Well, to the seeker of change, be it in terms of technical success or simple artistic evolution, inspiration comes from all corners. It’s basically hope. An assurance that life settles back to normal after the chaos; that a new day comes after the night; that lovely spring blooms after horrid winters; that the same people who mourn over the dead will be smiling on new births; that tears of loss lose value in the face of a smile after success; that even dead trunks give live shoots.

I know it sounds poetic but there is an essential core of inspiration; a creative urge to renew and extend the present status. I think it’s in sync with this cosmic expansion. All of us are drawn to expand the horizon in our unique ways in the fields of science, technology, medicine, arts, philosophy and much more.