reply to post by shadow12
Personally I think everything matters.
I am not a believer in religion and gods and things like that but I have had near death experiences and more than once I am cheerless to say. I
meditate a lot and being the atheist that I am for most of my adult life I take no pleasure in noticing that there does seem to be something more to
the theory that there is something “waiting” for us when we give up the stressful career of breathing.
I do not mean heaven and hell but more a reset or cosmic reboot?
I am more and more under the impression that life is lived for a reason but the reasons are never apparent and in our faces because to know the reason
would be to negate the reason for breathing and break a fundamental elemental and natural law we are only now starting to become aware of – etheric
science I will call it.
Reincarnation perhaps where you live through the mistakes of a past existence or is it more complicated than that? Could life be a relentless learning
experience, a series of fluid and subtle examples that exists to test us, to lead us eventually onto a higher level/plane of existence that needs the
stresses and pains of the precious existences to fully appreciate the real reasons that bring us all together on this world.
We are born, we live and we die but why is the burning question that has always plagued me even when I was fickle youth.
Life and death could be an artificially created series of games set in motion by an intelligence that is a million years ahead of us in evolutionary,
technological and spiritual terms and thus they be gods to the likes of us, or it could just be about fractalised mathematics, where everything comes
down to numbers in a web of complexity that would can only glimpse but never fully comprehend because our minds are just not quite there yet?
I knew of a guy once told to me by a friend of a friend about a man who loved mathematics and loved it so much he lost his mind but before he lost his
mind he related to a confidant that life and the universe was mathematics and within vast jumbles of numbers were defined and definite markers spread
out at perfectly spaced intervals.
I am recalling this from memory but the story goes that this man realised that from the biggest star to the smallest molecule, everything danced to
the tune of the number, a perfect symmetry between math and motion, matter and energy, vibration and space. Upon realising that these so called
markers that existed within everything but could only be discerned through mathematics, the realisation dawned up him like Hiroshima that life, the
universe and reality was a creation and not an evolution and like a full cup taking on too much his mind broke open.
Truth or not I found this story to be fascinating and somewhat disconcerting. This is not my theory, it is something I conversed about with others
some years ago and it stuck in my mind, an itch that never went away.
These days this story seems to have been relegated to the realms of urban myths but I did read about the man and I even knew his name and his theories
made the hairs on my arms stand on end but google has so far proved fruitless.
We really could be living a biological matrix where we live our lives to set rules where to break the rules will bring consequences in that a life
taken is another life lived but a life lived that educates the life taker why another’s life should never be taken unless there is a definite reason
that to take a life for food is fine not because it tastes nice but because the food gained will sustain a life.
Something along the lines of “thank you brother/sister for giving me life with your death.”
My point is that there is a reasons you live I am absolutely certain of it but for what reason and how does the ethereal machinery behind this
existence work is the massive question here. I think that there is no way to get off the train, a suicide will reset the clock and you or I like a
child balking at medicine you or I would end up having to take it in the end because you or I never had a choice the moment we started breathing,
living and dying.
Live, leave a mark if you must but more importantly than leaving a mark, know that we are in the same game, struggling in the same boat to keep the
water from submerging us/resetting us. I think the key is respectful acknowledgement of each other and other life, to regain a connection to the earth
and everything that makes up our environment from the rock to the bug.
Kill if you must but not out of hand or for another’s whims and do it always with respectful reverence that a life lived and taken was a life you
may need to atone for later?
I have a nagging feeling that has echoed throughout my life that “I was only following orders” will not cut it when life ends and a re-education
becomes the order of the game for the person who thought an adherence to orders was a correct course of action in the context of life in the
mathematical and spiritual sense.
In the end I think we take responsibility for our past deeds, alone, nothing is hidden.
Yeah, yeah I’m crazy but better crazy than living with my head at ground level munching cud and making herbivorous noises any day, doomed to
miserably groundhog my way into the distant future story of this world.
I think of myself as atheistic in thinking but perhaps more accurately I am agnostic, who knows or cares – I do not subscribe to labels.