A Descent From Normalcy

When I looked up, I saw the sky – And, the sky was falling. Glowing gold shards fell to the ground upon which I stood. What was left was both a hole and extensive fragmentation throughout the entirety of the night’s sky. It was as if the entire sky was a shell that had started to crack – and I had witnessed the first complete breakthrough. The sky was revealed to me as nothing more than a sheet of glass expanding across the horizon.

My state of disbelief only intensified on from this point. The spectacle taking place in front of my eyes had left me blissfully unaware of what lie beneath my averted gaze. For, when I looked down, I saw the tops of trees spanning the breadth of an entire forest. I felt as if I might fall. And then, I did.

As I fell, I gazed back towards the sky, which had started this whole strange journey, and I watched as more and more pieces fell. It was as if an egg was hatching from the outside in; the darkness of the egg’s interior was being consumed by the intense, fiery brightness of the light piercing through the shell’s outer walls. I remarked at how the integrity of the entire shell was compromised the moment the first flake fell. It was not the cracking of the shell that ultimately was causing it to crumble, for something can crack and remain intact; no, it was the moment the fragmented parts began to fall. In that instant, the shell was no longer a shell; its definition had fled the moment its form had. It had descended into something shapeless something decaying and falling into ruin and disarray.

For me, I could see its future. The trajectory of its fate was certain. The cascade of events which had been triggered allowed no prospects of the egg returning to its original state. Though it hadn’t happened yet, I could see it would happen by the signs of its movement.

I, on the other hand, was far less certain of my own future. I knew not why I fell, nor to where I was falling. It was a moment of relinquish, during which the two opposing sides of myself called for a ceasefire. My brain had agreed to quit sounding the danger alarm, because my mind’s reason had deemed the danger of the situation as insurmountable. As a result of surrendering to my fate, whatever it may be, I relaxed into warm, constant, supporting embrace of peace. My eyes closed, my lungs exhaled as if my soul was leaving along with my breath, and then, my entire body let go. My mind, my body, my very essence had yielded to my seemingly timeless descent. Then, out of the stillness and serenity of submission, came contact.

 

 

 

 

The Impossible Question

“Once upon a time, I, Chuang Tzu, dreamed I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly, and was unconscious of my individuality as a man. Suddenly I awoke, and there I lay, myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.”

Thoughts?

Comments?

The Perception Illusion

What if life was truly an illusion? And when you die, you simply wake up from it? It would still be true that you experienced pain, or love, or whatever feeling; but can you not also experience those in dreams? Yet, when you wake up, you do not lament the fear that you felt in the dream, or have PTSD from the pain that you felt from being stabbed. No, it simply is forgotten because it wasn’t real.

Could this be a solution to the problem of evil? If life is truly just one grand illusion that we are very committed too, then is the evil we experience, the same evil that would be perceived from the consciousness of God?

I mean isn’t evil truly a human invention in a way? We say hurting and killing another person is evil, but a lion eating a gazelle is not. Of course, we may justify one and not the other; the lion was trying to survive and the human wasn’t. But what if they felt they needed to kill for their very survival. What if they were a paranoid schizophrenic and believed them killing this other person was the only way for the world not to end.

The point is, it depends on which perspective you look at it from and the values of the interpreter to determine what is evil and what isn’t.

Maybe it is evil to shock rats for insights in psychology. We justify it because it is bettering our understanding of the main and will, hopefully, help people.

It may appear like torture someone amputating another person’s leg during the civil war; but, of course, the act is somehow different because of the intention of the doer — trying to save them from infection.

But back the idea of the world being an illusion and the implications of such a notion on the problem of evil. If this is an illusion, what about the role of memory? Bad dreams would be much worse if the effects produced could be felt and remembered as vividly has having that experience actually happen to you. But somehow there is something different from the experience. If I get stabbed in my dream and it hurts me, but then I wake up and I am perfectly healthy, then no harm no foul — right? I am not too upset about the dream.

But what if you lived in a futuristic society where they could heal any injury. Someone stabs you. It hurts you. Then you are healed. Is  that person who stabbed you evil? If so, are they more or less evil than the person who stabs you in the absence of the futuristic technology?

I guess my ultimate point, and one I am still pondering while writing this post, is if this world we live is some hologram, some fake existence that we perceive and feel to be real, would that change how we viewed evil?

Better yet, would it get God off the hook? Say we have a soul and this part of ourself cannot die and cannot be hurt by the material world but will pass beyond. Then would it be justified if this would was a training simulation where our perception of evil was necessary for our appropriate spiritual growth?

I truly do not, but these are thoughts to ponder.