This attempt to see mind from a biological point of view is weak at best.
There is wisdom in what we were born as, and there is wisdom in what many of us on deaths threshold realize was true of life. The confusion tends to be mostly in the middle, while we are busy being “good grown-ups”.
As a Hospice volunteer, I did see some realizations and some denial. Oh, some still deny. They genuinely fear supernatural judgement. It‘s sad really that this corruption can taint even the death experience. When it is certain one would die in Japanese culture, that person was excused from any work, any obligation, and encouraged to reflect on life and their feelings. This did not excuse their family from supporting them, but their families usually did so freely, because they saw a rare chance at wisdom.
How about allowing your children indulgence? How would you handle that? A child’s indulgence, first and most important indulgence… Answer all those questions. Very important. They tend to have the compulsory behaviours when their questioning is frustrated. It’s just the parents job to prioritize things for them. You will find that if you don’t teach them guilt, and answer their questions, their indulgences will show a profound wisdom.
They will show the indulgence of love. My son has a half brother, not my offspring, but still dear to me. I raised him through his formative years. He was often much more concerned with giving his little brother things than asking me to give him things. But me in my “parental wisdom” gave them both things, and we were all happy. But this was not seen as “normal”, and led my neighbours to speculate as to the soundness of my mental faculties. So, because they felt their conclusions were valid, they made reports. Nothing criminal had to have happened, they just had to be “concerned”, and since I could not allay their concerns, now my sons are not with me. The virtues of an “ethical” system. I cannot guide. I had to be shaping. I cannot let my “special” son relax at home. His every hour had to be drills so he could be “fixed”, or I wasn’t being a responsible father.
Autistic drills? Yes. I had to pick up the job of the occupation and speech therapist. I had to be “disciplined” although I could tell he was almost panicky with the regimentation they kept him in, and really just needed to decompress and have hugs, and a meal, and a good rest.
Is Second Life an indulgence then? Or a compulsion? That would vary from person to person. For me, it was and still is an indulgence. A grand, truly amazing indulgence, and I have been uplifted to see such freedom. Even those freedoms that many here judge as questionable.
I am only discouraged by this compulsion to label things as “fantasy”. I met a woman here. Some firmly said my relationship here was fantasy. I’m now married to her. Hmm, where was the original fantasy? I see Second Life as a way of taking the power of myth and appearance to reflect our true inner selves, and in the “fantasy” empower us to reveal a reality that is lost behind our institutionally conditioned view. Things have to be seen as false before they can be seen as true, at least this is my experience. But as I’ve said before, I’m probably lying.
No one wanted to believe the earth was round and not the center of the universe, but now we know it is fact. Yes. People were made to recant that view with force and threat of violence. Some even died. In the immortal words of Socrates I believe it was, “I drank what?”
What is the world really so afraid of? That they are already dead.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.