To Anonymity

Well .. come to think of it.. what is a preconceived notion is that one longs for a distinct identity. One wants recognition. But then there are times the same one wants to be in the shadows, to be unknown, to be the external force, the invisible propeller. Thus, two conflicting notions, one of Identity(with the capital I) and the other of the anon.

What is the extent and scope of anonymity? That my friend, is my limitation. My lack of knowledge prevents me to answer. But vaguely put I would like to express that anonymity is desired more than identity. You can be anything you want to be… well almost anything.  Anonymity is amorphous… fluid… and thus desired.

it is that invisibility cloak wearing which one can express all they desire without fear. Fear on the other hand limits human actions , thinking and rational. It is fear which commands. It is fear which commands obeisance, submission.

 One of Rabindranath Tagore’s poem began with the words “Where the Mind is without fear. and the head is held high…” But that to me is an idealistic notion. The Mind cannot be without fear. Fear is the driving force. Fear  is the fuel to imagination. Fear is a necessary evil.

A break to all this is the privilege of being anonymous.  anonymity is not to be exercised by a particular class. It does not restrict itself to a certain method or medium. it is dependent on how innovative is the person making use of it. it entirely depends on the creative streak present in that person.

Enough said.  Identity and Anonymity are conficting yet converging, the element of fear inherent in them.black-and-white-magnolia

Bertrand Russell

Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living.