They say, the world is our idea. That is to say that it is a construct of our sensations and perceptions, and memory as well. This is the subjective view of the objective world. The world exists objectively on its own, nothing comes into fray. But in absence of our perceptions and sensations, does it manifest simply because of its presence and existence? Its being to bbecoming is rather conditional, conditional in the sense that certain happenings and events in its very existence happen to be the the brainwork of our perceptions and sensations. Otherwise, it remains dead as dodo in its very existence.

Our mind, on the other hand, remains as usual with or without the pre-existence of the world, remains active and sensitive as ever in our spatio-temporal world, 'more ghostly than a ghost'. This material or the physical world has just been constructed and construed in the mind's world view, as it were at the cost of taking the self. That is, mind is out of it, never a part of it. It neither acts on it nor be acted on by any of the constituents.

Let us take a quick look at what Erwin Schrodinger has to say regarding mind and matter duality : "Mind has erected the objective outside world of the natural philosopher out of its own stuff. Mind could not cope with its gigantic task otherwise than by the simplifying device of excluding itself - withdrawing from its conceptual creation. Hence the latter does not contain its creator." He also said that the localization of the personality, of the conscious mind, inside the body is only symbolic and just for an aid and extension of practical use.

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Darwin's theory of evolution says that human behaviour has no role to play in the process of 'natural selection'.Mutation does spontaneously occur in the heredtary substance 'genome' and that occurs per chance only. The individual cannot influence the hereditary treasure transmitted through the faculty of the parents and neither it has any influence on the hereditary treasure it bequeths to its offspring. At the same time it is to be keenly noted that acquired traits are not inherited properties.

Julian Huxley has started from where Darwin has left. He extended Darwin's theory by accepting the fact that a change of behaviour per se does not get fixed genetically by way of intrusion into the chromosome structure but nonetheless it acts on the process of natural selection. Behaviour mechanism is a continual process and it is not genetically determined. An individual might have a clever hand but until and unless he uses it objectively, he cannot posses a clever hand. He can do anything by using his clever hand. So to say, a good mutation has the tendency to induce the selection of its complementary ones and to make them viable by natural selection.

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Someone rapped on the knuckles. The idea of black and white dreams is a misconception. I am a bit confused. So far as I go down nemory lane and my little bit of studies goes, dreams appear in black and white only. I have never 'seen' or experienced any dream in colours. Freud too has not shed much light on this concept.

Have you ever dreamed dreams in colours? Slog your memory and tax your brain. If you get them in colours, please inform our blog-hoppers in that regard. I also want my confusion to get diffused. Will you? Can you shed some lights on the colours of dreams. Please extend your ideas and experiences. And take it as infotainments of sorts.

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Cover my face with your tears
Your love has has all the remedy
My heart is burning with desire
You never cast a veil on my face.

Take all my desires with you
Drench my love with your agony
I will come closer to your heart.

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I hear the music of silence
Your face is unwrapping in shrouded songs
You cannot stand the sound of rattling of bones
The skull of the sky unveils our common desire.

We are as if going to open valley
To bury our hostile shadows
The music of silence will carry us to the distant land.

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It is life of lower phase
Culminating in dreary cheers
Everything moves in fear and despair
Days of uncertainty knows no end.

Existence is at its last lap
Revolving in perpetual motion
Life is grounded in the midstream.

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