Questions.
Or is that really what it’s called.
We’re born and raised to follow rules. But are they rules? So what are they? The little messages are brain sends us? The code words, no, yes, do you understand?
Of course you do.
What happens when you think that isn’t true? That no isn’t no and yes isn’t yes. And neither are as is.
Let’s put things simpler
If I say something, anything, what does it become?
Is it just a word, or an emotion, a feeling, an animal or person? Is it an action? How can we know, what we know? How can we see what we see? How do we prove what we prove? There aren’t answers. Or are there?
We can’t figure out some things. Or can we? Have we? Have we just not realized it? Or is that point. Of finding something out and never realizing it and trying so hard to figure some aspect of life out. What part of understanding do we really understand?
I sit and think about life. How did we get here, how did we grow? How did we know somehow to evolve to this species? Or did we never evolve? Was it called something else? Universal questions.
So what is universal? Everything that is or that shall be?
What if nothing is, or shall be?
What if you’re alone and I’m in your head? That little voice of complete nonsense (but maybe not), in the back of your brain. What if it’s switched? You aren’t you. You’re not me. But some part of me?
Try to wrap your head around it, nothing is as is. Everything is as it doesn’t seem. So why are we here? We’re very plain, we’re tired out and old. Aren’t we?
Emotions that we feel
Love
Pain
Regret
Hate
Laughter
Joy
Sorrow
Everything. What are they? Am I really me? Could I really be that chair in front of me? How can I say that I am that is, when I don’t even know what the universe is?
You’re sitting at your computer, reading these words.
(Are they really words?)
How do you know what’s behind you really exists.
Don’t look back.
Try to figure out if what is behind you, is really there.
How can you know?
Be clever and take a mirror. Cheating. You now see an image of what ‘is’ behind you. If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around, does it still make a sound?
If I can’t directly behind me, how do I know what is really there?
Contact.
To touch, to feel someone there. Ever have the feeling that someone is right behind you, but you couldn’t hear them, and you knew that they were there?
Instinct right?
How did we get that? Didn’t we evolve? Create anew. Begin to become the greater species?
No
Yes
Neither or
I can’t walk out into the world and say that this is or isn’t. That this is how we became. Or how we destroyed. How we lived. How we didn’t. I can’t look up into the sky and say that there are stars, billions and billions of stars breaking out into the black verse. I can’t tell others that my god or goddess is the real thing.
Because I don’t know.
I don’t know anything.
Do you?
~Ella
This is what goes on in my little head folks. :)
Or is that really what it’s called.
We’re born and raised to follow rules. But are they rules? So what are they? The little messages are brain sends us? The code words, no, yes, do you understand?
Of course you do.
What happens when you think that isn’t true? That no isn’t no and yes isn’t yes. And neither are as is.
Let’s put things simpler
If I say something, anything, what does it become?
Is it just a word, or an emotion, a feeling, an animal or person? Is it an action? How can we know, what we know? How can we see what we see? How do we prove what we prove? There aren’t answers. Or are there?
We can’t figure out some things. Or can we? Have we? Have we just not realized it? Or is that point. Of finding something out and never realizing it and trying so hard to figure some aspect of life out. What part of understanding do we really understand?
I sit and think about life. How did we get here, how did we grow? How did we know somehow to evolve to this species? Or did we never evolve? Was it called something else? Universal questions.
So what is universal? Everything that is or that shall be?
What if nothing is, or shall be?
What if you’re alone and I’m in your head? That little voice of complete nonsense (but maybe not), in the back of your brain. What if it’s switched? You aren’t you. You’re not me. But some part of me?
Try to wrap your head around it, nothing is as is. Everything is as it doesn’t seem. So why are we here? We’re very plain, we’re tired out and old. Aren’t we?
Emotions that we feel
Love
Pain
Regret
Hate
Laughter
Joy
Sorrow
Everything. What are they? Am I really me? Could I really be that chair in front of me? How can I say that I am that is, when I don’t even know what the universe is?
You’re sitting at your computer, reading these words.
(Are they really words?)
How do you know what’s behind you really exists.
Don’t look back.
Try to figure out if what is behind you, is really there.
How can you know?
Be clever and take a mirror. Cheating. You now see an image of what ‘is’ behind you. If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around, does it still make a sound?
If I can’t directly behind me, how do I know what is really there?
Contact.
To touch, to feel someone there. Ever have the feeling that someone is right behind you, but you couldn’t hear them, and you knew that they were there?
Instinct right?
How did we get that? Didn’t we evolve? Create anew. Begin to become the greater species?
No
Yes
Neither or
I can’t walk out into the world and say that this is or isn’t. That this is how we became. Or how we destroyed. How we lived. How we didn’t. I can’t look up into the sky and say that there are stars, billions and billions of stars breaking out into the black verse. I can’t tell others that my god or goddess is the real thing.
Because I don’t know.
I don’t know anything.
Do you?
~Ella
This is what goes on in my little head folks. :)
René Descartes might just kiss you on the lips for writing this. Like you, he questioned how we know what we know, and even if we could know. "Doubt is the origin of wisdom." he once said, and I think that that is a valid concept.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I tend to be an "I am, therefore I think" person. I know what I know, or at least I think that I know what I think I know, and live my life like that. Questions are good, but progress requires a belief in something, anything. Whether it is a set of rules laid down by someone, even other than yourself, you can grab hold of that and pull yourself along in life.
Material is as material makes. By this I mean that this food tastes good, thus I will eat it. In the past, what I have seen my mirror is indeed behind me, so I believe what I see in it. My sensory systems lead me to believe that something is there, so I assume it is--until proven wrong. When wrong I adjust, prepare for a different outcome.
Having doubts about everything we encounter would only lead to destruction of the self. Perhaps more than the self.
Food for thought.