The great dharma wheel is nothing more complex than that. The big mystery in life is that there is no mystery.
There is a concept. It’s called the philosophical zombie. It’s a scenario where you have every process of awareness, and the figurative zombie reports experiencing everything anyone else might, but they lack self-awareness.
Some say those with autism fit that description, but I disagree. But my reason for talking about the philosophical zombie is to point out that doubt has no inherent worth. It neither proves nor disproves existence.
What they see does not register with them? What they see does register with them, but they lack any context to put it into. They are the perfect passive recipient of experience, lacking the faculty to do anything else, experience and react. Such a being doesn’t actually exist, though it is a popular notion.
Stoners? Even they can’t totally settle into that hypothetical state.
But we all have been zombies at one point in our lives, at least, right? I feel like that when my head gets fuzzy. I can observe but can’t think. Oh, yes. We do slide back and forth along the spectrum. We just can’t sink to the hypothetical extreme.
By our choice of entertainment, we choose our every activity. We chose our world by choosing the ideas we will fill it with. We can choose based on self-awareness and seeking, or we can have our entertainment chosen for us. It will happen one way or the other, because your ideas create your behaviour. It doesn’t matter how your ideas arose, and your ideas create your connections, your relationships. Thus they create events and the context in which you learn supposedly new things.
You can choose activities, or media. Art. Both are legitimate choices. You will ultimately build a collection of entertainments, and these will form a sort of spiritual genetic code that you will expend your energy through.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.