chaotik_lord wrote:
Lately, I've become increasingly obsessed with, and disturbed by, thinking about existence. Other people speak of finding wonder in the small things; to me, they hold beauty, but not wonder, as they are all, as I am, part of the whole of existence. I have read and studied for years, philosophy and theology and science . . . but I have found no answers, and all of my questions can be thrown aside in the face of one.
I'm stuck in a paradoxical thought. Clearly, either I (or something that is generating such an illusion) exists. Whether or not anything is real becomes irrelevant. Something exists, even as the source of a fundamental fallacy of perception.
However, nothing can possibly exist. There is no source for existence. I intentionally leave out the smaller ideas of the universe or the multiverse; those are scientific debates.
Existence is, yet cannot be. And I cannot let the thought be. Maybe I'm too inquisitive here, and I'd find solace in forgetting. Yet I cannot.
Thoughts?
think of it this way:
your meat-brain needs you to find a reason for existence, thats what your thinking about right? why does anything exist.
why did the universe manifest.
consider this: your meat-brain, my meat-brain, all earthly brains are _wired_ to _Seek a reason_ for _what it observes_. this is for . . . Survival! We see blood, we reason, we imagine why is there blood, we associate, and we flee.
We hear a sound, we find the reason for the sound, nearby animal or whatever.
Our brain always must find a reason for something, or we go nuts.
Now.
The universe existed before our brains did.
It doesnt need a reason
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''In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center.''