reply to post by mee30
Why the need to invent something supernatural or spiritual etc?
I don't think I am inventing anything. My consciousness exists somehow. I'm just trying to understand
You see, the thing is....the problem is....awareness, and consciousness.
It's the thing I keep stubbing my toe on when it comes to an atheistic (non-spiritual) view of the world.
Even if I look at life from a purely scientific standpoint consciousness is still an enigma. Here I am,
a cooperating conglomeration of trillions of individuals cells, a living host of bacteria and virus
and organisms and parasites all in symbiosis together and somehow, somewhere, in the midst of all this
mish-mash of biological goo, there is an awareness and a consciousness that is individually me.
A complete singularity of self-awareness.
So I step back and take a look from outside myself. I take a look at other entities like me, other animals and
insects and plants.
And it just doesn't add up. A piece of the puzzle is missing.
There is a feeling that I am not at all this animal that I am wearing. In me there is a disconnect. I don't
think many others see themselves as I do.
I see myself as two parts. One is animal, it is a finite and limited entity. It has a face and hands and toes
and feet. It came equipped with instincts and urges and needs and it will not last long.
The other part is me. This part spends ten years of life learning to control the robot it is sequestered
in. It spends another large chunk of years showing off how well it has learned to control this robotic
device. It must deal with the instincts and urges that this device cam equipped with, and end the
end it must vacate this host when it ceases to function.
That's the way I have perceived life for over a decade. When I look in the mirror, I don't see me, I see the
robot I am wearing. I realize I control this robot. I understand it gives me feedback in the form
of pain and pleasure and that I can control, to some degree, how I feel by understanding this.
And I have begun to see others the same way. Not so much what I see on the outside, but moreso
what is concealed beneath. the outside after-all is just a huge mass of cells piled together...it is
the host to the essence, the spirit, the soul.
I don't believe I am only this human body I inhabit. It doesn't make sense. To me life is an energy
spread throughout the universe. It is opportunistic and seeks a host to fill to become animate. It is
unseen and as unknown to us yet. It's only evidence is our unique and individual awareness of self.