Third experience. Keep asking why.

[nexusian]

I decided to meditate simultaneously with my third truffle (shroom) trip. To my surprise, everything was very positive and relaxed. Amazing vibes. Eventually I opened my eyes, to share our dimension in immediate visual sense.

Not sure why but I kept asking myself why. The seriously meant why is difficult to ask, to even consider. Are we conditioned to stop asking? Are we programmed to lose the ability to question? Why do we feel threatened when someone asks why?

The life of children is full of why. It is life of imagination and creativity. The older we get the less we ask.

Isn't the truly meant why a sign of intelligence? If followed by other words, it is only a part of. We have to ask big questions if we want to be acknowledged, to receive the answer.

As a creator of simulation, nothing would satisfy me more than seriously meant why. It goes beyond the needs.

If it threatens the process, I will reward - distract the questioner. If it is to my pleasure, I will reward the questioner, while fully aware of the destructive potential. I need to test. I need to be sure it is closer.

 

[Jana_Ardana1229]

For me, my drive for asking why was diminished by the sheer complexity and implications of some of the answers I was getting to the question. Like, imagine a giant fractal image. As a child, we examine that first level all over, and ask why this, why that, about that surface layer. Later, we zoom in with questions and contemplation far enough that the thing that looked small explodes into a whole new vista, a new layer, making the previous one obsolete.

Eventually, the existential "why" questions drive us to action, to death, to strange extremes. For me anyways. That's when I'm like 'Not yet.. I'm gonna find a secular hobby and just leave it alone."

I get what you mean though, about thinking that the questions are going to degrade the simulation experience.