Last Monday, when I’m on the motorbike, on the way to the office, I was thinking about what is life. What is my purpose of life. How knowledge can be the tools to survive. And what is knowledge.. As a human being, we are blessed with the ability to learn. Not just learning, we are “allowed” to define the things we’re learning, so it will be easy for us to learn. The world and the life itself is complicated, and knowledge (supposed to) make things easier to learn. And I’ve come at the point to realize that knowledge is all about agreement.
Well, how do you know that one is one, and the figure written as “1” ? Because we are all agreed (and being taught–if not to say it doctrine) that one is written as 1 and that it’s the first number which mean single or solo.
How do you know that 1 + 1 = 2 ? Well, because we are all agreed that 1 + 1 = 2.
How do you know that red is red? Because we are all agree that the color red called “red”, not green or yellow or purple. The blood color is red. Or Indonesian will say it “merah”–and all Indonesians agreed that red is merah. And Javanese (one of the largest Indonesian ethnics) call it “abang”–and all Javanese agreed that red is abang. So do Sundanese (another one of the largest Indonesian ethnics–it’s my tribe) will call it “beureum”–and all Sundanese agreed that red is called beureum. And so on..
The the creepiest part is not how I came up with such thinking. It’s rather the fact that around 10 hours after I was thinking that way, my boyfriend spoke the exact same thing with me..
After office hour, that very day, he called me. We chit-chat the hour away. And at some point, he said that words, “…Because knowledge is all about agreement.”
I froze. “What did you say?”
“I said, knowledge is about agreement. How do you define something, and it became the definition of the unexplained things before..”
“Ya Allah,” I yelp.
“If a definition of something is agreed by others, boom, there it is. Knowledge,” he keeps speaking.
“Oh my God..” I felt like a deja vu.
“If not agreed, then it’s still a debatable subject. Therefore the knowledge kind of put on hold,” says him.
“Ya Allah, honey..” I almost lost in my thought.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“You wouldn’t believe if I say that, your words just now, I was thinking the same thing this morning. I swear to God, and you know I don’t swear easy..”
“What were you thinking?”
And I repeated what I was thinking as I mentioned previously in this post. Hearing that, my boyfriend was laughing. And he said no more.
“How the hell can this happen? How come we’re thinking alike? The same thought on the same day? It’s insane.. Are we really soul-mates?”
He laughed, “I don’t know..”
Oh dear Lord, I really am lost for words. I never believe in coincidence. Everything happens for a reason, for a purpose–that’s what I believe and that’s also what I’ve been taught. But thinking the same idea on the very same day… it’s just… well, creepy. 😀