reply to post by ImaFungi
If I could be anything what would I be?
Sometimes I say I'd like to live the rest of my life recording the past as a time traveler.
Other times I wish this life was just a temporary place we go and that after we die we enter a continuum and rediscover that we in fact did not die
and that this life is a virtual reality. Then maybe we find out that we're members of a very advanced and old civilization. The reason this
civilization enters this artificial reality is because it has hit the limits of its universe and now has nothing new to learn that's significant and
growth is limited by the rights of other intelligent lifeforms. Their answer was to create an artificial reality program and to temporarily wipe their
memories clean and to enter this virtual reality to recapture the excitement of growth and mystery missing from their real lives.
Bottom line, I wish we weren't all just as we appear to be. We appear to be lifeforms stuck in a perpetual cycle of living and dying that exist solely
to evolve their own dna. We're as ants or bacteria or worms or viruses or any organism that reproduces and evolves with time to adapt to changing
circumstances. Individuals do not retain their memories, they just come and go. We're here for no other reason than to propogate our dna. It's the
only thing that survives. All of the social constructs and arts and the various things we create to enrich our experience are merely cosmetic. When
you pull away the exterior varnish what you find is a collection of organisms that come and go just as any other collection of organisms. We have
fancier clothes than ants, but our nature is the same.
So we're ants basically. Or bugs. Or bacteria. Anything, really.
And that's what bothers me. We're just dust in the changing winds of time that swirls round and round and forms different kinds of shapes over
different periods of time. Our meaning is purely subjective. When you see a face in the clouds, that's what life is like. We're transitory patterns in
the energy field. Like when raindrops hit a window and form rivers and lakes and different shapes on its surface. We're patterns that come and go,
that flicker and go out and never cease to change.
I believe there cannot be a god because god would not accept this universe as it's. Even if we accepted to enter into this universe from a previous
life and will live again after we die, we still would have to be perverse of mind to inject unknowing lifeforms (ourselves) into this experience. This
universe is filled with mayhem and the apparent ease with which some of us live is an illusion just as the emperors clothes make him appear to be more
than he is. This life is, in fact, a gauntlet of death and destruction that nobody survives. I can understand why a old civilization might live in
these virtual realities, but that doesn't also mean I cannot blame them or put shame on them.
I believe there's no god. I also believe there's no afterlife. We're as we appear to be.
A fluke of nature that pitifully perpetuates itself, vainly reaching for significance, all the while living and dying and forever remembering and
forgetting. Nonetheless, I can only decide for myself what this means. I cannot dictate unto another what they're to do with this information.
I do not want to die. I'm not suicidal. But death is not as bad as we deem it to be. If death is emptiness then life is darkness. Or vice versa. Since
meaning is subjective...
edit on 24-5-2012 by jonnywhite because: (no reason given)