Some time ago, I read a book entitled "The Solitaire Mystery", and to my astonishment, it turned out to be quite a nice read. I absolutely loving it! The story was about a boy, started his journey along with his father, in search of his mother who ran away. The way the author related the story with philosophical issue that captivated my interest. The author successfully brought out the main issue, "where do we come from" and "why do we exist"..
The story circulates around a pack of solitaire. Through the conversation between the boy and his father, the author discussed about his view upon the matter which actually closely relate to us. According to the author, each and every one of us were a Joker.
In a pack of solitaire, there's at least one Joker. And the Joker, is the only card that does not belong to the four family (heart, spade, diamond and club). So the Joker stands alone, and alone he is, to be able to see clearly, without being clouded by untruth.
In the story, there was a stranded sailor on an island. He felt so lonely that he started to imagine that the pack of solitaire he had in his pocket was alive. After many years, every card eventually became alive. Yet, they didn't know that they were just imaginative items of that old sailor. They had never questioned themselves, "where did they come from", "why were they here".. But not the Joker. The Joker was the last to come alive, and he alone did not belong to any "family". He kept questioning himself and the others the same question. But the others, were just repeatedly doing the every day chores, without doubt. They worked, they ate, they slept.. ain't this mirroring us in reality?
Well, it's true that we seldom question ourselves the doubts, like "where do we come from", "why we do this" and all.. how do we find answer? There are no exact answer for our doubts.
"Why do our brain is so complicated?", once the boy asked his dad. From the way his dad answered, one cannot deny that there wasn't truth within his words. How did he asnwered? He said," Human's brain is too complicated that we cannot understand it. Yet, if we have a simpler brain, we won't have the ability to understand it either. As our brain is too simple, that we become unintelligent to understand ourselves. For instance, the brain of a bug is so simple that it does not understand how its brain works.
there are more to think about, after reading that book. And this is the kind of book that interest me most.
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