The universe in my head
My existence and the universe as I know it are all in my head.
No one else shares my perceptions or my experiences, or even my reality for that matter.
We are all alone in the universe.
We are all bubbles that float through the air sometimes bouncing off each other with only our surface tension holding our lives together.
Certain bubbles are somehow stronger and are able to float through space for a long time. Other bubbles are weaker and cannot survive this world as they burst, extinguishing all traces of their simple beauty.
My reality is incapsulated within my bubble. It is all I know.
When I die, my reality dies with it. Space and time cease to exist. The bubble has burst and will touch no others.
Throughout my life I continue to struggle with these concepts. I cannot fathom how human beings can feel so connected and yet remain so existentially separate.
How do we know what is real? Is there a deeper level of understanding beyond sentience that we have not achieved as of yet?
When I think of my reality and how it relates to the universe, I am often left feeling as though I have just woken from a dream that is forgotten as soon as I become fully awake and aware. I know that I had a dream...the imprint of dreaming on our awareness is unmistakable. The details and concepts of the dream, however, have slipped through my grasp leaving only confusion and a sense of loss.
Is this the price of existence? To constantly feel that something is at the tip of our tongues? To constantly know that there are things we may never understand?
I guess the question is...does accepting the things you will never understand leave you hollow and wanting, or does it fill you will comfort and determination?
Some days I really wish I believed in something because it seems to me that faith would make my universe just a little easier.
For now I'll just float.
No one else shares my perceptions or my experiences, or even my reality for that matter.
We are all alone in the universe.
We are all bubbles that float through the air sometimes bouncing off each other with only our surface tension holding our lives together.
Certain bubbles are somehow stronger and are able to float through space for a long time. Other bubbles are weaker and cannot survive this world as they burst, extinguishing all traces of their simple beauty.
My reality is incapsulated within my bubble. It is all I know.
When I die, my reality dies with it. Space and time cease to exist. The bubble has burst and will touch no others.
Throughout my life I continue to struggle with these concepts. I cannot fathom how human beings can feel so connected and yet remain so existentially separate.
How do we know what is real? Is there a deeper level of understanding beyond sentience that we have not achieved as of yet?
When I think of my reality and how it relates to the universe, I am often left feeling as though I have just woken from a dream that is forgotten as soon as I become fully awake and aware. I know that I had a dream...the imprint of dreaming on our awareness is unmistakable. The details and concepts of the dream, however, have slipped through my grasp leaving only confusion and a sense of loss.
Is this the price of existence? To constantly feel that something is at the tip of our tongues? To constantly know that there are things we may never understand?
I guess the question is...does accepting the things you will never understand leave you hollow and wanting, or does it fill you will comfort and determination?
Some days I really wish I believed in something because it seems to me that faith would make my universe just a little easier.
For now I'll just float.
posted by Amanda at 12:17 AM
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