Prasanta Behera Blog

(Robert Frost died on this da - Jan 29,1963) Frost and I: A Winter's Reflection  (Poem) "On a snowy winter day... I have miles to go..." I could only imagine your words, As I lived beneath California skies, Where warmth bathed the earth, And snow was but a story passing by. But then, one winter, I found myself In New England’s quiet grasp— Snow caressing the earth, Bare trees whispering against the cold, The train’s whistle piercing the blizzard’s howl. I have felt your poem before, Only in the soft echo of my thoughts. Now, in the comfort of this train, I feel it in my bones—the chill, the weight, The road ahead uncertain and long, While mine is bounded by the tracks, Confined, yet endless. I feel the chasm of doubt, The urge to leap from the train, To walk as you did, Through the snow-dusted afternoon, To take the road less traveled, Though it feels like a reckless dream. What you wrote— You chose the path of mystery, With miles yet to go, And though I only imagined you...

Consciousness ---------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer : I am neither a spiritual Guru who has meditated on consciousness for years nor a neuroscientist or psychologist who has studied this topic and thought about it deeply. My goal was to write to clarify my thoughts for my own sake based on reading books and articles and listening to lectures and texts from spiritual masters and scientists over the last few months. This article is dedicated to my Uncle Late Saroj Behera. He was interested in this topic during his last years and also got me interested. We had many discussions during my visits to Arizona. I was mostly listening and learning from him.  —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PDF Version of the article What is Consciousness? Consciousness is first and foremost a subjective experience. It is a first-person experience, e.g., Why do I feel Happy? Why...