Why we don’t understand ‘why’…

HANSSEN, OSAMA, AND YOU } Robert Hanssen was arrested on Feb. 18, 2001, for the worst security breach in the FBI’s history. Last night I was watching it.

Many wracked their brains to find out the ‘why’ of it. Authors, forensic psychologists, criminologists, and intelligence analysts tried deciphering the enigma called Hanssen. The counter-intelligence officer who prayed Rosary every day, also passed on classified materials to the Soviet and Russian governments for 22 years. He devoted himself to the Catholic order of Opus Dei and watched porn, and bought a Benz for a Washington stripper, with who he never had sex.  

And this morning, I came across the the poem a school-age boy wrote, wishing deaths of millions. A poem, of all the forms.. 

All I could do was to sit and watch the rains, wondering on why we get many of these lives wrong. Wondering on the deeper complexities of the human mind and the mysterious ways it chooses to seek a sense of an answer, seek the shapes of the finality of its own creations, the pace and progress of its designs, while believing in its own certainties, lending meanings to its methods, estimating them in each passing moment and concluding on the worth of it all, trusting on some kind of delivery of its being, trusting on its final absolution and then the disappearance into the void..

 

'Mr. Glass'

What are our acts but our contributions to the cosmic progress into our own essences? Even the best astrologers fail at times to decipher human lives. Even the sharpest mind scholars hit the alley wall; we fumble on our limits in understanding ourselves. You also halt, surprised to the root of your hair, when you realise that your acts are also the results of somebody else’s thoughts; that you are just one of ‘the all’, dependent forever on the movements of the greatest web man has ever come to know of: life.

I also realised that we won’t quite know the ‘why’ of it all. Sorry to disappoint you.