Individuality?

[CommonConduit]

Launching another kite here for a moment.

What if individuality IS the assembly line? By individuality I mean: the idea of there being separate beings.

I understand it as a recent project in our development. A fabrication, concocted to be sold to one another.

Language weaponizes a sense of … contraction at a young age. But isn’t this really just … a bundle of sensation?

This thing is aesthetic. Or no-thing rather.

What does that bring up?

 

[northape]

By individuality I mean: the idea of there being separate beings.

I think here lies the answer — individuality is an idea.
Who is having this idea? Where is this idea located?
Philosophy will never answer such questions.
We need to go beyond the mind for the answer, into the abyss of unknowing.
It's a scary proposition for anybody, so it's better to make sandcastles of thoughts instead.

 

[CosmicRiver]

i'm not sure i got what you mean but if i got it it's something i agree upon

but on a side note i think that the opposite thing, non-individuality or nondual oneness, is also a fabrication of the mind and an extreme view akin to individuality

before that contraction at a young age i think it lies what's beyond both of these concepts

 

[Curated_Thinking]

Launching another kite here for a moment.

What if individuality IS the assembly line? By individuality I mean: the idea of there being separate beings.

I understand it as a recent project in our development. A fabrication, concocted to be sold to one another.

Language weaponizes a sense of … contraction at a young age. But isn’t this really just … a bundle of sensation?

This thing is aesthetic. Or no-thing rather.

What does that bring up?

We're all of the same Divine essence. Our individuality is akin to a stack of printer paper. All exactly the same but by the simple fact they're not all on a single roll, they're differentiated. That means each sheet will experience the world in it's own way. Even if they all have the same thing printed on them or nothing at all. By the end of their life, they won't look the same. If you lit all of them on fire the exact same way, they wouldn't burn in the same exact patterning; but burn they would.

What then is life about if in the end there's nothing left? What's left is what we can't perceive. The thing that Life's Journey made of the mixes bag of nature/nurture that is us. Our essence in our lifetime was transmuted into something else that couldn't have been made otherwise. People reincarnate until they don't need to anymore. Like water continuously freezing and melting until there's a block of ice that doesn't melt. It's body isn't visible anymore but it's structure, it's coherence is still maintaining. Same being, now coherent in a new form. Shed mass to become energetically buoyant and not sink back down into this realm of existence.