The Absurdities of Psychology

I do not appear to know how to begin this one in such a way that it gives you an adequate preamble about the relevance of Psychology in today’s context. I believe that such an attempt will only be otiose at this point in time because most of us who care enough to educate ourselves about the ways of the world are already aware of the cultural and sociological relevance of Psychology as a discipline and an instrument in the supposed palliation of the human condition. I am simply going to begin by putting forth my mundane and measly thoughts on the follies of Psychology for you to mercilessly excise at leisure. 

           Psychology inevitably ends up working in two opposing ways that only serve to detriment its own value. It simultaneously glorifies the mind and shames it. Anything geared toward the comprehension and amelioration of what is significantly different from the norm is the glorification of the prowess of the mind while the very identification of a deviation from the norm denotes the disdain it harbours toward the mind. This only results in the augmented stigmatization of those individuals who are different in their functioning. This, among other things, results in hasty and unfortunate labeling. 

             Psychology thrives on the substrate of compartmentalization. This holds true for most other avenues of knowledge exploration; I do not dispute that but, it is especially amplified in this case. It is human tendency to fall prey to categorization and order germinating from the human tendency to fear the unknown. Compartmentalization offers solace when flung into the depths of the murky quagmire of the unknown; control is what defeats vulnerability in transience and to control and predict is also to fallaciously pigeon hole those different. 

             Psychology assumes a well-disguised approach of reductionism, as it essentially just seeks to attain comprehension by breaking down the edifice of cognition into fundamental bricks which is never entirely sufficient in how it cements the understanding of human nature. This, in turn, undermines our blatant dearth of knowledge in the realm of existence while offering undeserving support to the chrysalis of pompous ignorance we find ourselves cocooned in. 

             Psychology is also devious in how it festers on the human tendency to obtain solace from similarity. It exploits our nature to derive comfort from group identification in validating itself as a prominent field with beneficent purpose. It operates solely on the naturalistic fallacy in comprehending the human condition which is alarmingly inadequate when one considers any attempts made in general to deconstruct the human psyche. 

             Finally, Psychology discounts the malleability of reality. It is geared in a manner that is unaccepting of those who transgress. Again, this transgression can be viewed as that which unsettles the harmony of the majority who become victims of the inconspicuous violence of the naturalistic fallacy. Perhaps this is why one who has an unusual way of perception is labelled a ‘schizophrenic’. Any agent or advocates of those agents that profess the exploration of differential realities are labelled in a negative light mostly through the lens of socially constructed scruples of morality and ethics. 

             I’ve come to believe that Psychology, in essence, may just be a florid ploy to reiterate the maintenance of the normative and accepted reality simply because the idea of multiple realities is threatening to the common man due to the infinity of those possible realities.

We are

Boundless,

Formless,

Seamless

When we

Breathe in

Unison.

Let's fossilize.

Torrential waves of

Nostalgia thrash on

The forlorn shore

Of by body

Every time

The pregnant moon

That is your mouth

Parts to pour me over

With a kiss.

A ship of memories

Voyages across the 

Tumult of our wreck,

Carry with it

A bittersweet treasure 

Of pleasure

 And pain, heading 

Toward gray oblivion.

A point

Of no return,

Mapped on the sails

Of our combined

Laughter, now

Torn apart by the 

Inevitability of 

The unknown. 

Love isn't always

All consuming and

Overwhelming. 

It can be calm

and strangely serene, 

Like looking up 

At the vast blue sky and

Watching a cloud 

Pass by. 

The cloud isn't 

Permanent; neither

Is your gaze.

All you can do

Is revel in its

Seamless and ephemeral 

Beauty before the

Hungry sky claims

And engulfs it

In its entirety. 

There will always 

Come a time 

When there will 

Always come a time.

How does one procure the ingredients of time without being ravened?

Designation is all that

Separates the sane from

The insane; the

Human condition is

A contradiction to itself.

Let the madness 
And melancholy 
Consume you; colours 
Contribute to chaos

Every neuron that fires

Contributes to the 

Construction of reality; 

Every chemical broken down

To its constituents; flooding 

The catacombs of 

The cognizant brain, 

Simultaneously being deciphered 

And transmitting a cryptic code

That amounts to 

The tesseract of consciousness- 

The biological architecture is

A compromise between 

Fantasy and decadence.

The paradox of being
Human subsumes 
The inevitability of 
Being inhumane.

Our biological architecture is a compromise between fantasy and decadence

Tread tenderly;
Time: 
Traps,
Taunts,
Transcends.

Irrelevance is 
The clock's 
Unsung lullaby.

Existence entirely
Expresses its essence
In episodes.

Language reinforces delusion. 

Genes are whimsical. 

What if a consequence if not a beginning?

I want a thought dictionary. 

Are we
Ever more than
Respiring ruins?

Time
Steals
Itself. 

Perhaps a need is a want in disguise. 

The fate of people Is story, mostly Untold and forgotten- Finally unsung.