All humans, in my belief, follow the basic chemical formula. That is what makes us all unified as a species.
So it is for that that we all have roughly the same capacity to be impacted by things, meaning we all have things that have impacted us.
Many people, I believe, do not know how many things have impacted them as people. Many people accept 'Nirvana' as the highest level and simply be happy.
I have a strange ability to remember nearly every dream I have ever had. When my mind is clear, I might remember dreams I had forgotten years ago, brought about by the simplest of stimuli. These could be like my mind horrifyingly stretching a melody out so each beat and tone seems in its own area of the song, or rather in its own area of my consciousness.
Rather than atrributing these to the supernatural or spiritual, I think of them as nuances in the arrangement of things I somehow pick up. Unraveling these nuances is a great mystery of life to me.
My point being that mybe all the complexities of life stem from one great paradoxical facet of mankind; that once we are born, our lives are forver cluttered with random events and sensations that somehow all come together to form coherant meaning in society. To me, each event is a monolith that has an impact on me as a painting by a romantic artist would in a gallery- total awe, horror, longing, and mystery.
For that life is also a monolith. It is so strange taht one white flower would open in a sea of terrific black coldness and sharpness; as if oil has somehow turned to wine...
So it is for that that we all have roughly the same capacity to be impacted by things, meaning we all have things that have impacted us.
Many people, I believe, do not know how many things have impacted them as people. Many people accept 'Nirvana' as the highest level and simply be happy.
I have a strange ability to remember nearly every dream I have ever had. When my mind is clear, I might remember dreams I had forgotten years ago, brought about by the simplest of stimuli. These could be like my mind horrifyingly stretching a melody out so each beat and tone seems in its own area of the song, or rather in its own area of my consciousness.
Rather than atrributing these to the supernatural or spiritual, I think of them as nuances in the arrangement of things I somehow pick up. Unraveling these nuances is a great mystery of life to me.
My point being that mybe all the complexities of life stem from one great paradoxical facet of mankind; that once we are born, our lives are forver cluttered with random events and sensations that somehow all come together to form coherant meaning in society. To me, each event is a monolith that has an impact on me as a painting by a romantic artist would in a gallery- total awe, horror, longing, and mystery.
For that life is also a monolith. It is so strange taht one white flower would open in a sea of terrific black coldness and sharpness; as if oil has somehow turned to wine...