Death is an illusion. Every atom in your body is immortal. After is illusory. After is an afterthought when you weren’t otherwise paying attention. “Don’t be afraid.” “You die now.” Living death? Better than the alternative. I would rather live death than die my life. I died yesterday and the day before. I never felt so alive.
When I feel disconnected, I literally feel like my gravity will fail at any time, and I will float or fall off the planet. All disconnection is self generated. BS is a horrible weapon. It is a combination perpetual motion machine and anti-gravity device.
I have to hold onto something to feel secure. But, what can you actually hold onto? Is anything actually an anchor?
Being connected is. Our connections anchor us. Bind us, if they are negative. Nothing is an anchor, because you don’t need one. You have better. You have a propulsion device. You can swim instead of drown in your thoughts.
So I don’t have to float away? I can orbit? Yes. You can establish an orbit. You can find a path, but you don’t find a path by trying to create a path. You don’t move along the path by trying to achieve its end.
I remember hearing in the Arthurian legend that the knights began their quest by cutting fresh paths into the forest. That is an excellent parallel.
If I sit in this chair and try to get to Paris, will I get there?
Only if you book your eticket while you sit. Ah, but then I would stop trying. People have to try, don’t they? They have to think and know what they are doing, don’t they?
If you know, you don’t have to think. You just do it. Yes. So why don’t you know?
Thinking is a sense. It’s observation. Would you eat something because it sounded like food?
I know some who would, yes. Would this serve them well? Would you talk to something because it looks like a human? I know some who would.
Ultimately, we don’t trust a single sense, yet we treat our thinking differently. If I scream at you all of a sudden, I promise you will turn and look at me, and the odds are good you won’t have a happy look on your face. Yet you won’t know why I am screaming until your experience reveals that to you. Why does one think they can know something by thinking about it?
Is this why when one person looks up others will too? Even if there is nothing there? That’s exactly why, and there is often nothing there. I have played with that in public places. Acted like I was staring at something, and watch how many people look where I am looking.
Will humans gradually evolve away from that? Not while they define themselves as thinking beings, no. They won’t evolve beyond that.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.