Consciousness
Posted by lollerskeeball
on August 5th, 2012 at 11:12 PM
Every day I try to just get a grip with who and what I am.
I am consciousness, given a body so that my consciousness can manipulate the world around me.
The world around me is a planet, in a solar system, in a galaxy, in a cluster of other galaxies, in the universe.
I find it difficult to relate position. Being one spot in the universe is really no different than being in another.
With so many endless locations, being in one place is as good as being nowhere.
With all this in mind, who I am, what I am, where I am, seems very bleak.
Very meaningless.
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Consciousness really boggles my mind.
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"I am consciousness, given a body so that my consciousness can manipulate the world around me."
What an interesting way of looking at things! -
I'm pleased to read that there are others out there who think this way. I first arrived at the rationalization of consciousness when I considered the infinite possibilities of 'who' I might be had my parents married / bore children with other people. Going deeper, I wanted to understand what IS this personal perspective and how does it remain inside of this physical host body? How did it attach itself here and why does it call itself "me"? Why can't it float into other bodies accidentally or at will? Trying to fathom this perspective is akin to imagining the universe expanding at light speed...or pondering that all matter has always existed with no beginning or end. Sometimes I can view 'myself' in a mirror and perceive the animal features; separating the human face from the functional organs that we relate to as identity. It is a miracle that we exist at all for any length of time, enough to even state the phrase "I am".
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