Knowing one’s self is knowing oneself and knowing oneself is delving deep into one’s self. But that depth is so elusive and far-fetching to our cognitive selves that we feel like getting lost into its deceptive subtleties. Deceptive and subtle it is, we are drawn and drowned into that depth as if our élan vital is camouflaged in its web of meandering synapses, the impulses of which remain firmly grounded even without our knowing till the last breath of our life. We realise it and we realise it not. It is very much there in us, yet it seems like we do not have that optimum capacity to look intently at our very selves to be aware of our selves. The quest of this awareness is actually realised if we can measure our life in spiritual dimension albeit in a prophetical manner by harkening our inner voices as if by emptying our mind of the worldly knowledge and, on the other hand, in equal measure it has more to do with our beings of existence.
So, what is ‘self’ as such? Is it worthwhile to drag it into the quagmire of interdisciplinary perceptions? Had it been so easy a meat to be cognisable like other knowledge-objects, we could dissect it in our circle of reasons in a way that we objectify things of phenomenon. Our rational beings fail here to categorise it in a fulcrum of science. As it is not cognisably perceptible in our senses, we have to look back elsewhere in the domain of metaphysics to get its downside upwards by some metaphorical semblances. Otherwise, there is no chance to avail of its metaphysical nuances – a feeling of sorts that inheres in our very essences of life, a generic feeling that tends to be transient and tends to dissociate from our beings of existence. And as we exist in this material world, our material existence cuts across this antithetical feeling in more of a pathological disregard.
That detachment, so to say, is a firm step towards gaining his independence as a progenitor of human evolution of selfness. Socrates too believed in abandoning everything else in persuasion of the enlightenment of the soul in an empire reigned by the prophets of self-knowledge and his ‘knowing thyself’ is targeted towards absolving oneself of the ghostly soul. Soul actually lies in the parameters of the phenomenology of spirits whereas ghostly soul never exists when the bodily encumbrance is transcended through spiritual knowledge of the self. Selfness is as such the awareness of one’s spirit with its introspective and intuitive assertion of the self. H. S. Sullivan says that lack of this is a pathological phenomenon by which one is submerged into the abyss of nothingness, a sense of void where in dwell the modern man’s anxiety and conflicting identities and thus losing his fulcrum of independence.
So, what am I? The answer is I am what I am because of my liberatory feelings of selfness and I know I have discovered my self and that is why I know what I am. When one knows himself, he knows the summum bonum of his self. One’s selfness first doubts of his summary judgment of mere existence, hence he thinks by investing his soulful capital to appropriate the contingency of his existence in excess of the worldly weal and woes and as it exposes itself to the extent of its potentiality, he thinks like he exists. And he exists to the potentiality of his selfness. Otherwise, he exists but does not know himself.
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