The Boundaries of Being
by Dr. Sushil Fotedar
Whenever I talk about my own Being, the reference loosely, more often than
not, is to a dynamic, pervasive ‘presence’ confined more or less to
the limits of the body. Further analysis of this state of dynamic pervasiveness
yields that it seems to be of the nature of infinitesimal quanta of Awareness
which arise outside of Time but in their rapid ‘succession’ provide a kind
of flow apparent as Time. This Awareness is apparently nothing in itself being
only a negation of that which Is, which Exists--the world of Objects-- and which
is thereby perceived in that very negation through the senses, the instruments
of the body. That is why Awareness is always about something outside of itself,
something that is not itself. This is true even when I become aware of my own
body—I stand, as it were, outside of my body, ‘push’ it away and thereby
become aware of it.
However, it is here that one has to tread cautiously. Is Being the same as
Awareness and Consciousness or are they different though closely knit together
under usual circumstances; and who am ‘I’ who is talking about all these?
The older terminologies of the ‘Subject’ and the ‘Object’ may be of some
help here. Being, Awareness,
Consciousness and the ‘I’,
all very clearly belong to the realm of the
‘Subject’ whereas whatever exists outside of these, is the domain of the
‘Object’. But then some more clarity is needed regarding this poor Subject!
With so many terms used loosely, sometimes interchangeably, the whole issue
becomes confusing. Whenever I refer to ‘Being’, it is in the context of pure
ethereality stripped of everything and anything belonging to the Object--a pure,
dynamic state. Under normal conditions, this Being is understood only indirectly
through a pointed Awareness of an object or as a stream of Consciousness of
objects in general. Therein lies the definition of Awareness and Consciousness
also, the former being pointed and the latter, a stream. More often than not,
or rather almost always, the ‘I’ refers to these two modes of
Being--Consciousness and Awareness; it is only in very exceptional and
extraordinary ‘moments’, in
the so-called mystical communion,that the ‘I’ becomes synonymous with pure
Being.
That brings us to the real issue at hand : What is the nature of Being ? In
Ishavasya Upanishad it is said,” Purnamadah purnamidam, purnaat
purnamudachyate,
purnasya purrnamaadaya, purnameva vashishyate”—fullness,
fullness and fullness. Nothing but fullness. Being is a Plenum bursting at the
seams, as it were. On the other hand,
the Buddhists,
particularly those of the Madhyamaka school of Nagarjuna, would like us to
believe in the other extreme . Being is a void,
a ‘Nothingness’ that ‘defines’ the world,
the way the
insubstantiality of space ‘defines’ and thereby provides dimensions to
things within itself. By its very power of negation, this ‘Shunyata’ creates
the ‘illusion’ of the world by standing apart from apparent objects which
are paradoxically within itself. That is the immanent aspect of Being,
the Shakti of Trika Shaivism or the Yin of Taoism .In its transcendental aspect,
nothing can be said about Being because it is beyond language—‘Neti, Neti’—not
this, not this; that is the Para-Bhairava for you, if names could help!!
Well then, where do the boundaries of Being lie ?
I began my essay with my own being, not general Being as such, and therefore
wanted to know its boundaries as to whether it is confined to the limits of my
body or not. It is by now clear that Being is never individual; it provides the
soil in which individual Consciousnesses with their accompanying worlds flower.
It is at once transcendent and immanent, permeating every bit of existence and
at the same time synonymous with the ‘Para-Brahmn’ of the Advaitists and the
‘Shunyata’ of the Madhyamakas--the limitless Beyond . It is that from which
the universes emerge and into which they ultimately merge. This is what we are
supposed to realize in our state of Moksha or that of Nirvana, depending upon
which end we stand at—the one of Fullness or that of Nothingness!!
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.
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