beyond the clouds Words by Jasyjot Singh Khanduja ‘Why do you trust me, when the only thing I know for certain is uncertainty?’ he asked. ‘Because uncertainty has possibilities.’ she replied.
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~~~ Jesse never believed in love at first sight. In fact, he found it hard to wrap his head around the very concept of love. Beauty was mathematical. It was symmetry and he could see it quite acutely. But he couldn’t understand it as a deciding factor for feelings of affection. Jesse understood science, the complexities of DNA, the difference between ionic and covalent bonds, he loved maths everything from matrices to differential calculus... humans, however, confused him. They were dynamic; he had to simultaneously think about too many variables when conversing with them. Although people bamboozled Jesse, he nevertheless enjoyed observing their behaviour and listening to their conversations. It was a source of constant amusement. People’s emotional state fluctuates daily and that leaves others with the difficult, and sometimes awkward task, of judging another’s facial expressions and body language, to figure out how best to interact with them. Humans don’t always get it right. And that’s where the entertainment lies. He was content with being alone. Observing from the outside.
~~~ ‘This narcissistic assumption that we are unique… doesn’t that make us all the same? Aren’t we all alike in this need to be different?’ he asked. ‘Perhaps we are, why does it matter?’ she asked. ‘When people realise that personalities are superficial and just a product of consequence, that we are all the same as individuals, wouldn’t that offer us endless possibilities?’ he asked. ‘Knowing that, don’t you feel different from others?’ she replied. ‘Stunned he said...’I’ll have to think on that. ~~~ Samaira had curly black hair, deep brown eyes and moved her lips to the right when she spoke. She loved philosophy; and could talk about theories of Descartes to Nietzsche like it was her first language. ‘Introduction to Philosophy, a onehour session.’ it read on the university noticeboard and Samaira didn’t need further persuasion to attend. ‘How can we define reality?’ the presenter asked. 51
