"And I am allowed no explanation? In that case, what is the purpose of reason?
Is it no more than to shine at practicalities - the getting of food,clothing and shelter?
Why can't reason give greater answers?
Why can we throw a question further than we can pull in an answer?
Why such a vast net if there's so little fish to catch?"
We ,in the dwindling rare events of our life,often stumble upon the question - what is the purpose of reason? To that we are thrown in a very tactful statement - "everything happens for a (good) reason and the reason shouldn't always be known or understood". The above quoted lines were picked from the novel - Life of Pi by Yann Martel and these lines held me spell bound for the reason that it justified "reason".
It's mind-wobbling that an idle human brain can weave a net of questions of such enormous proportions that it can engulf any humongous object that you can think of. But the whimsical part of this is that no idle or active human brain can come up with an ocean populated enough to relieve this net with the fishes it desires. And now enters "Karma". What can't be answered is blamed or credited to "Karma". As you sow, so you reap. But does that quench the thirst of reason? No.
More often than not, good times are just allowed to pass by. It's the bad incidents that actually trigger the weaver in us, and we end up with our own nets of questions. When we were kids, we never cared for explanations - because they were imparted onto us by our parents, and we surrendered to their wisdom. But as we grew, the hunger for explanation increased, and usually, we ended up staying hungry.(I wish "Karma" could offer something to eat).
And with time as the healer, the sore wounds of incidents whose reasons were zealously sought after are slowly cured and the net we weaved is dumped in a corner(or perhaps lost with the tides of time).
In this journey of life, all of us, at certain moments, wish we had someone to feed us when reason left us hungry. The spiritual bend of life often leaves us at the doors of God, and most of us succumb to the unknown. The ball we carried finally found a hole, and we cherish it. But the others seek for something more logical. Science? We all wish science had something to do with reason. Alas, it doesn't. Facts always don't hold answers, do they?
So we come back to the same place we started from - "what is the purpose of reason?" . I wish I knew the answer. I wish anyone in this whole world knew the answer. But we are left at the mercy of the same brain,that weaved the net, to find the fish. And whatever it comes up with, is somehow visualized as a fish. Or we go back to the journey of life as a gloomy fisherman.
-Unless you win the game or solve the puzzle, you are nothing but a loser.