Pretty stupid title right?
I thought it was poorly imagined, but I have no better way to sum up why I am here then that.
There are times when I look around at all the people. The organized mess that makes up the space between buildings and highways, and the distance of a horizon line that seems blurred by the structures we have given so much interest and sacrifice to erect for the world, and further blur the natural horizon…
I wonder of who in the mess actually vibrates and feels, and who is just as real as that blurred line in the sky…it looks different based on the perspective we look at it in, and our vision will focus differently based on our peripharals and what all lies in the center of our sights.
If that can happen naturally just by me altering what I do with my eyes, maybe that sinking feeling in me that says so many are just hollow shells might just not be a feeling.
What if that is real?
How many of us are actually alive?
What if those that we see, that we never interact with, are just silhouettes created to occupy the space between all of those man made objects…
The ones made by human hands feel different then the ones growing out of the ground, or constructed for shelter by animals.
There are just so many of us now.
To create our buildings and drive our vehicles.
It just doesn’t feel real. It never has.
So I have always questioned it.
People always thought this dilemma to be trivial, why waste your time thinking about something like this when it is completely apparent to your senses that something exists?
That was my issue though, my senses said it was real, my senses told me the people are there and they have lives and souls and purposes.
We know though, that our senses can lie.
We also know, we can experience phenomena through means other than our senses. I learned about this at a very young age. I think most of us do, it’s just we do not remember.
I, for some reason, can form memories vividly from when I was extremely young.
I remember being a very small child still not able to stand on my own feet. I remember feeling, knowing, there was some form of pressure pushing against me while laying on my stomach. I can remember it…it felt as if it were much taller than I.
Memories like this are what always kept me chaotic.
They make me wonder what is real.
They make me question far too much and I can never stop no matter what I try.
So I stopped trying.
Things began to feel natural for once in my life.
The chaos of always doubting my mind and what my brain constructed before me, was gone. I began to focus on figuring out how to learn more about the things I percieve.
Down the rabbit hole I went. And here I am now.
All world cultures interest me.
All religions and philosophies infatuate me.
All schools of thought I desire to learn.
If there is any bit of information any one would ever wish to share with me that they feel would benefit me, scholarly or personal , please, I thank you kindly for caring for my desires and my plight.
There is just far too much I wish to say and share with this world.
If you took the time to read this, reach out. I am of sane mind and sound body and I wish to understand why I see the world the way I do.
What I firmly believe is that all realities are real.
What is possible for all of us to bring into existance??