IN AND YET OUT

Unless a conjunction “and yet” is supplied in between two opposite prepositions (in, out), no grammarian could reconcile the weirdness of this thought – making these words similarly connected. As far as the use of rules is concerned, this is unacceptable.

Aside from driving a lot of minds wacky, I wonder how many question mark sign I would get to express their wordless comments for using contradicting words as my status on Facebook – in and yet out – to express their confusion in my intention to abridge a story through this bamboozling discourse.

“In and yet out, ‘does it make sense to you?’ ” I asked two of my Australian cohorts.

“No!” They said frowned, confused.

“That’s the point.” I told them.

For forty-six hours last weekend, I decided to live in seclusion. It wasn’t the first time in months, but had it for several instances reasonably. I wanted to be alone – again – to think about life and my suffering at the moment – when praying was more intent than those fervent prayers in the past – when nothing was gravest than this.

But had my Facebook logged on so that I could still see the outside world and pray for those in need of intercession as well. I might be in the room physically and yet out at the same time in spirit. So that even in my downcast soul, I could still see and hear hints of hopes from encouraging individuals in this seemingly doomed condition.

Thanks to human brain to produce one creative imagination after another because it’s the only way to make things happen in the absence of our mortal presences. Through this we can still remember friends and family in prayers or think about their welfares – in and yet out somewhere.

We may be miles or so million miles away and yet it’s like home because our minds can possibly bring us back no matter the distance – by imagining – when you don’t have to experience the hassle of traveling to get home; for we’re always home.

Also thanks to Facebook for the instant access to the real world – unraveling every thing including bits and pieces man wants to know or does not. One acceptable ground is for the sake of awareness not to live indifferently. Although I was in a secluded place and yet it’s like out in the arena knowing what’s going on and praying about it. It’s one of my raisons d'être.

It’s good to be alone at times but it’s also good to keep attached or in touched to the outside world – in and yet out – two irreconcilable contraries – my alternative way of explaining a phrase, which is … “physically present  and yet mentally aware”.      

So confusing or incomprehensible this may seem and I totally understand, but not for sensitive people. It’s always a preference to remain indifferent. I pray that in your isolation or privacy you will still remember others who are in pain and suffering.