Have you ever had a moment where you questioned your own life – no, I don’t mean like existentially question your life, but rather experience something that makes you question whether you’re alive or not?
If you have, then think back to that moment (or a similar one), and, if you haven’t, try and imagine.
So, you have this thought of uncertainty about whether you’re alive or dead, nothing too strange with this experience. What is strange is that we determine that we are indeed alive. You might say, “Why is this strange?” Well, it is strange because what is it that caused you to quell the idea that you are dead? What signs did you look for? What evidence did you need to verify that you were in fact not dead, but alive?
I don’t know the answer to this. My answer is simply that I know, which sounds tautological (and is), but it’s the best explanation I have.
What are your thoughts?