musings
somedays the rabbit was unwilling to motivate himself and instead stared listlessly out among the mirad of
information. his mind didnt wander so much as it began to shut down. idly he would waste about the hours miserablebut knowing that he was his only master. he began to comtemplate things beyond himself and what existence really consisted of. he was unaware of his body at this time and was solely a guideless thought. his frail being was insignificant in the larger world, and he knew this quite well. what does it mean to die, and what happens to the waves of thought that control our lives so much here? the thought of everything stopping and ceasing to be scared him greatly. his thought began to converge with others; his questions on reality, what constituted as separation, and the nature of beauty.
if memory alters an event when it views it, what is to say what is and isn't real? with no collective to agree on the accuracy, no written documentation, are we ever really true of what we think is real? how many of our memories are faux imaginations summed together from mental assumptions? a man loses his right eye watches a woman walking towards him. he closes his good eye, and stares out into space with the empty void that is his right. in this view he sees the woman walking in the same pattern. the loop repeats and moves slightly as his auditory signals comprehend her altering distance. when he opens his left eye again she is gone, beyond walking past him. does this prove that the brain is untrustworthy in it's memory of events? neurons are only electric impulses sent from one synapse to another. if a synapse misfires and the electrical impulse is diverted into a whole separate section of responses, does this invalidate the experience? even if the entire world around is a fallacy, does that still mean that our living is not as true as the original? what is to say what is original? is there an ultimate judge who is unalterable and omniscient who decides which existence is more real than any others?
the jack rabbit did not think an experience two people disagree on is any less real for either of them, simply a different opportunity for either to grow.
but does either entities experience even matter? what is to say something is separate? the distance between atoms? we share life in such an intimate way, what is to say that we are not our brother sister father mother? what does it really mean for something to end? to stop being? what of the circular nature of time and life? the dreamers the believers the lost hope thinkers are all one entity striving for a reality. if there was a time when there were only eight people in world, and only eight souls - what does that mean for the remaining population? are we sharing one collective soul? can we separate ourselves beyond so many archetypes? teddy said that the first thing you have to learn is things dont just end where we expect them. they continue in so many ways, but unknown in so many.
information. his mind didnt wander so much as it began to shut down. idly he would waste about the hours miserablebut knowing that he was his only master. he began to comtemplate things beyond himself and what existence really consisted of. he was unaware of his body at this time and was solely a guideless thought. his frail being was insignificant in the larger world, and he knew this quite well. what does it mean to die, and what happens to the waves of thought that control our lives so much here? the thought of everything stopping and ceasing to be scared him greatly. his thought began to converge with others; his questions on reality, what constituted as separation, and the nature of beauty.
if memory alters an event when it views it, what is to say what is and isn't real? with no collective to agree on the accuracy, no written documentation, are we ever really true of what we think is real? how many of our memories are faux imaginations summed together from mental assumptions? a man loses his right eye watches a woman walking towards him. he closes his good eye, and stares out into space with the empty void that is his right. in this view he sees the woman walking in the same pattern. the loop repeats and moves slightly as his auditory signals comprehend her altering distance. when he opens his left eye again she is gone, beyond walking past him. does this prove that the brain is untrustworthy in it's memory of events? neurons are only electric impulses sent from one synapse to another. if a synapse misfires and the electrical impulse is diverted into a whole separate section of responses, does this invalidate the experience? even if the entire world around is a fallacy, does that still mean that our living is not as true as the original? what is to say what is original? is there an ultimate judge who is unalterable and omniscient who decides which existence is more real than any others?
the jack rabbit did not think an experience two people disagree on is any less real for either of them, simply a different opportunity for either to grow.
but does either entities experience even matter? what is to say something is separate? the distance between atoms? we share life in such an intimate way, what is to say that we are not our brother sister father mother? what does it really mean for something to end? to stop being? what of the circular nature of time and life? the dreamers the believers the lost hope thinkers are all one entity striving for a reality. if there was a time when there were only eight people in world, and only eight souls - what does that mean for the remaining population? are we sharing one collective soul? can we separate ourselves beyond so many archetypes? teddy said that the first thing you have to learn is things dont just end where we expect them. they continue in so many ways, but unknown in so many.