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They say the left temporoparietal junction is responsible for this type of phenomena.
But really? We really think we understand this? Or anything at all?
What a joke. I almost died laughing. I am going to have to wash my shorts because they're now soaked in B vitamin reeking piss.
This whole ape world thinks it actually exists. That alone says everything.
Gosh, it all seems so real, doesn't it?
With our families and our emotions and our dreams and our feelings.
Wars. Politics. Science. Love.
Humans tend to think their beautiful disgusting wet electric meat tubes are the engines of awareness and the phenomena of consciousness itself.
What if consciousness made this all up and there is no perception but only creation and reality doesn't even exist except to us?
What would that say about us? Our pets? Mantis? Plankton? One celled organisms?
Or hyperspatial "entities?"
The only thing that divides us are ourselves.
You could come up with all kinds of ideas and answers and it would never be true because you made it all up. But it's all that you have so it must be true, right? Nah. Not if you ask me. Sure there are some hints in the cracks of this particular sim but that's about all you're going to get. Just enough to see that this is one big set-up and nothing more. There is nothing more funny than paradox. Except cats.
Someone takes a step back and slips the glass slide that they are under the microscopic light and sees a neon pastel stained glass prism that morphs into anything and everything. Someone begins to ponder reason while gawking at its mesmerizing potential that seems to replenish something hollow that was growing like a knot on the inside. Time for a cigarette wrapped in a Dollar.
The squiggly little brain parts neuroscientists fondle themselves over are like labyrinths for the channel of our mysteriously menacing light to flow through and make up this story we think is so important and real. Like levers or buttons altering the tone of the organ as the maniac wails away into the night. There's something behind the scenes blowing in the wind of time. Timeless. Forever. And never.
All of a sudden those who were awake in the dream began to think they were discovering something and held each others hands.
Only to fail to realize they were just remembering a long lost delusion encompassing everything that they are.
Looks like we're right on time to watch the grand finale that never began and never will end.
You will go to sleep and never wake up.
Everything that you did here will be used for next round.
Something is collecting.
Who I used to be insufflated dimethyltryptamine and signed a contract in hypergrace signing over my body to be used as a vacation rental in exchange for a way out. That was years ago.
Now they occupy me not just for their experimental research purposes,
but for entertainment and sex as well.
They don't have that where they're from.
It's warm here in the sunshine.
This is beautifully written, but I feel compelled to say that on some level, I disagree with this type of response. I understand that there are things that seem fantastical or unexplainable, and often those things are worthy of reverence and awe but...
Imagine what would have happened if Newton, upon starting his theory of gravitation was told: "it is unknowable, and you demean the universe to try to know it, and anyway, you'll be dead soon, so really who cares?"
Think about it. You could talk about all the technology we would loose, and all the toys we wouldn't have, but that is unimportant. Think about the frontiers of knowledge that would be unknown to us, think about how little we as a species would understand. The motions of the planets would remain a mystery, mathematics would be stunted without Newtons contributions (even with Leibnez's work), and the world would make less sense.
Is that a nightmare? Maybe not, but it is certainly emptier.
Maybe things like entity contact, the nature of consciousness or the fundamental laws of physics are unknowable, but we don't know that, and we cannot ever know for certain what we can and cannot know. Do you suggest we let the sciences grind to a halt? If you do, then we have a lot to talk about, because to me, awe and reverence of a phenomena are great, but nothing, NOTHING is more awe inspiring then the architecture of the universe revealing itself to us, through exploration.
The power and the glory that we experience when we smoke DMT is something that is available to us, as a species, now, even at our most sober and earth-bound. You can find it in the fractal arrangement of blood vessels, and the way that is mathematically mirrored in the branching of trees and the distribution of stars in the sky. You can see it in the fundamental theorems of calculus, and the uniform behavior of vector spaces across n-dimensions in linear algebra.
You can look at the brain, which to us now is a closed box and know that there is a pattern there, there is architecture, and maybe it is the architecture of our souls, but it is still, nonetheless, architecture.
I was once upon a time really into the unknowable, cynical, and solipsistic philosophies of nihilism, and to this day, I believe that, fundamentally, that is the only logically consistent philosophy, but I choose to renounce that, and live IN the world, take it apart and put it back together, learn about it, because looking at a beautiful painting is wonderful, but learning HOW to paint, is divine.
My 2 cents, in defense of science.
You do have a way with words.
