MARTYRDOM OF THE MINUSCULE

MARTYRDOM OF THE MINUSCULE

Mechanical motions often go unnoticed. So are the lonely linkages of Nature that, though they in unison work, are lost to the broader functioning of their bulk cooperation, in the grosser outlining of the general principle and in the applied martyrdom of their individual selves to effect the grand symphony they lend their lives to. The bacteria is lost to history in bacteriology, the peasant in vast farming, the component in the complex machinery and the moment in the immensity of flowing time. All things that make up the masterpiece are lost to the flow of creative inspiration as the final piece evolves out of its carefree concentration that chalks out the effect from unobserved micro-causes. This is the neglect of the little, the small sacrificing itself for the large, the minute cause losing itself in the macro-effect, the point, a dimensionless dot not worthy of being observed, moving meaningfully to chart out the line in its complex trajectory to create the web of space-time. The individual is lost to the aggregate, the person to the polity, the steps -- successive, linked and living -- to the process which becomes the subject of human deep thinking even as the children die to give birth to the mother. Verily, verily, 'the child is the father of the man'. Can any poet discover these 'solitary reapers' and paint their lives on a bigger canvas for us to see or shall they remain Crusoes marooned in their lonesome islands with at best a Friday to befriend?

Written by Sugata Bose

4Riya Bhattacharya, Goutam Bose and 2 others

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