I roll my eyes every time someone says, “Oh! I love the rain. Just waking up to it makes me calm.”
My negative response is not because that I do not like rain. Actually, it’s quite the opposite. I usually do like the weather when it rains. I just hate the fact that it does not calm me down. On the contrary, it makes me more anxious.
Every time it rains, I try to do what everyone else seems to do- focus on the raindrops. When I try to do exactly that, I end up not knowing which particular raindrop to focus on. And how can one precisely focus on one particular raindrop anyway? There are millions, probably billions of raindrops that gets to be within one’s aural range at any given time.
Maybe people lie. Maybe they do not actually focus on the raindrops but rather on the larger drops of water that fall from the edge of the rooftops to the cemented floor at set interval of time. Or maybe they focus on the drops on the garden shed’s tin-sheet from their point of origin at the tip of a tree branch. The point being- such people do not focus on the direct sky-to-earth raindrops.
And, therefore, whenever it rains, I do not know where really to focus at. At any given moment, my ability to focus on just one particular raindrop becomes non-existent. It does not matter whether I try to focus on the raindrops from the sky or from the rooftop or from the tip of a branch. It just does not work. Rather, somehow, my brain tricks me into aurally focusing on hundreds of sound points at a given moment. Maybe I am exaggerating a bit but you get the gist.
It does make one question, doesn’t it?
In the end, details without structures are what? Meaningless entities.