Lost in the Universe
I'm on automatic most of the time, distant from the only thing I have and am, not to mention distant from everyone around me--a trend of adulthood, I think. I'm detached from my emotions, my thoughts, like I said, everything I am. (Repetition helps me get a handle on things.)
Being alive, superior to the universe in that I am conscious of it, and it is not conscious of me nor of itself, is so strange. Cold empty space could swallow me whole, but it's the fact that I can be swallowed and know that I am being swallowed that makes me more than it. When we talk to each other as extensions of the universe, I think we are so lucky to be given the chance to be cursed with consciousness. We are lucky to be hurt and in pain, lucky to be cursed with realization. We are not free to do or think what we want (we are incapable). We are free to look, to, on occasion,comprehend what we are seeing, to change something just by looking. It is our power.
Being alive, superior to the universe in that I am conscious of it, and it is not conscious of me nor of itself, is so strange. Cold empty space could swallow me whole, but it's the fact that I can be swallowed and know that I am being swallowed that makes me more than it. When we talk to each other as extensions of the universe, I think we are so lucky to be given the chance to be cursed with consciousness. We are lucky to be hurt and in pain, lucky to be cursed with realization. We are not free to do or think what we want (we are incapable). We are free to look, to, on occasion,comprehend what we are seeing, to change something just by looking. It is our power.