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Nameless,
Fantastic, excellent, I certainly would be interested in more. Thank you for taking the time.
Both being illusion, a 'perspective of memory'. Life, time, motion.. all illusion of memory/perspective.
Actually, there are quite varied perceptions of 'time'. Sometimes it seems to move quite slowly, etc.. No, it isnt the same perception for everyone.
There are many perceptions and definitions of 'Reality'. The one that I like is from the Vedanta and says that;
"Reality mist rigidly adhere to that which is in an unchanging state of universal permanence." That certainly leaves out the 'illusions'...
That would certainly be true if life were defined as 'motion'.
But it is still illusion.
I don't understand your meaning.
All is 'memory', there is nothing 'out there'!
To what are you refering? I'm not talking about taking anything from anyone.
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I would not accuse you of demeaning any one. Thinking of life as an illusion, which it clearly is for having no permanence is rather neutralizing. I see my life as an illusion too, but rather more like Leisure de manes. I do not want to waste my time of illusion feeding my illusion. Rather, I want to feed existence instead of feeding off of existence. Humanity does not live. Humanity exists while the illusive lives within come and go. I want to help make certain that the illusion of life continues.
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I understand the perspective, but, as I see it, all is still illusion, as is 'life'.
One can definitely enjoy the dream as it is, but being 'lucid' in the dream is the arising of (otherwise non-accessable) 'options'. When you become lucid in a 'night dream' you can fly away from danger, or transform it... Non-lucidity will keep you trapped within the 'rules' of the dream-world. The same holds true with becomming lucid in the dream to which you 'awaken' in the morning.
I do not deny that life has that quality, but so long as life defines all things, and gives all meaning, it is life, what ever life we are born with for the most part, which will make the rule of the dream, and define it as illusion or as nightmare.
Hey back atcha.
If I say life is an illusion it is not because I see all of reality as illusion but life itself which is always changing perspectives until it ends, and has nothing solid upon which to base knowledge. Perhaps, more correctly, life is like a mirage that springs up quicker behind us the faster we run toward it. We cannot excuse bad behavior with ignorence. We have to trust that when illusion like people tell us we are stepping on their toes that we are not standing on their tails.
Nobody understands life. Everybody thinks they know something of their own life. It's like wrestling a snake in a vasaline lake.
Hey, that reminds me of a joke: This salesman was going door to door in the South giving out coupons and free samples of vasaline. And he would always ask the people if they knew what vasaline was good for. One couple said Yes! Cuts, bruises, and making love. The saleman was surprised at the answer and asked: How do you use it for making love? Well, the man answered; If you put it on the door nob the kids can't get into the room!
And, I would say that it is not that we are not distinct as individuals or that we do not experience our own lives; but that we are a part of a larger organism that holds all knowledge in the form of concepts and culture, and gives life to all. We are not created individually, but born of society, and all we know of eternity is in the life of society.
If in life it were possible to float like mote, and be able to move nothing, to feel nothing without being felt, to care for nothing without being cared about, and etc. then I might agree that all were illusion.
We have no hard surface against which to lever anything.
And life which we take in our luxury to be the most certain of things is no thing at all. To make the mote of life mean something, we have to lend even the small weight of our illusions to the building of a better reality. It is not much, but all we've got.
I agree. Time moves differently for everyone perceiving time. How can it then be the same thing for each?
My answer is that daylight comes in the morning even for the rich man who can stay in bed. We cannot give time being, but meaning; and only use this thing without being that robs us inevitably of our lives- to a meaningful purpose, of giving us all meaning. Think of time for its significance.
Birth starts our clocks and death ends them.
Within those bookends are our words going to be true or false, bright, or dark, hopeful or disparaging; and etc?
I certainly appreciate the desire for permanence, and rigidity.
In a relativistic age we should know how difficult that is.
It is life which defines all things, life which gives all meaning and value. It is possible that life is illusion, or motion -understanding that life defines each of these qulaities, and not the other way around.
You are out there.
Is it all illusion and memory,
If life were all an experience of mind without reality (why cannot 'Mind' be 'Reality'?), why would anyone suffer unpleasantries, miseries, pain, or death. Could we not will them all aways like so many spooks?
Thinking of life as an illusion, which it clearly is for having no permanence is rather neutralizing.
I see my life as an illusion too, but rather more like Leisure de manes. I do not want to waste my time of illusion feeding my illusion. Rather, I want to feed existence instead of feeding off of existence. Humanity does not live. Humanity exists while the illusive lives within come and go. I want to help make certain that the illusion of life continues.
I do not deny that life has that quality, but so long as life defines all things, and gives all meaning, it is life, what ever life we are born with for the most part, which will make the rule of the dream, and define it as illusion or as nightmare.
Hi Everybody,
I find it hard to accept that as far as physical reality is concern that there is really nothing out there.
The nature of reality is relational,
and indeed any of what might be termed the projected reality has to relate to our own biology.
Fido,
I am unsure of your attitude, it does almost sound like you believe we should not try to understand as it is futile. If that were the case, it would be a futile sentiment itself, for wonder is the nature of the beast. In referance to individuality, the sense of self, already with the fact that we are a community of multicellular organisms, the wonder arises of what is it of greater significance that has orchsatrated this construction. I am sure you are aware of the book, "The Selfish Gene,"which I think indicates a more elemental identity as the core of our existence. The fact that we come into this world without an identity and only aquire said identity from the context of our birth, only our contitution really a defineing quality, as it meets with context. The reality of the nature of this process I think will be most disturbing to most of us, and devastating to the religious whom will no doubt cling to denial. At anyrate perhaps my impression of your attitude is unwarrented as I doubt if without a very active curiousity you would be here at this site. No offense intended, I have been wrong once or twice before.
Why ask what life is, why not just live it to the fullest? At the end I am sure we'll come up with the answers on our own. I also want to add that each person's answer will be diffrent from the other as it will be based on their own experiences.
I know I am not thinking philosophically right now but lately I have been loving life so much that I stopped asking questions.
Life is a question that cannot and will never be fully answered by living organisms in other ways than death, when life becomes nothing but it's nonliving building blocks. Questioning is of thought is of brain is of life is of existence. We simply, in death, become the answer to life. We stop thinking and questioning what is, and are just it, in a thoughtless but conscious state. Unless thought is separate from the brain.. which I find unlikely, and may be my theory's major flaw. Consciousness, though, is separate from the brain, from thought. Consciousness is what I believe to be existence.
Existence is infinite. You can never reach infinity. Physically or mentally. I think it is just something we have to accept. Otherwise we'll just keep going and going, searching for an edge, thinking we're almost there, and failing to realize there is no edge. It is just all there is. So I think infinity or existence is one of the things that is best left at infinity, existence. It just is. You can't reach it with thought. You just have to except the concept of infinity, which best explains existence, and cannot be explained, cannot be reached mentally.
Maybe I am reaching it by realizing it just exists? By symbolizing it with the lazy eight and saying "that's it." Maybe to reach it is to just realize it. Have I reached infinity? Whoaa! Maybe I have! I might as well just keep saying "whoa" from now to infinity..
In a sense I really don't know what I'm talking about.
Hi, I am new to the forum and would like to give a brief description of my understanding of the situation called reality. I feel like often the specifics are talked about, but the general is misunderstood. It seems logical to me to think that, in order to understand something specifically, one must also understand it generally; for what are terms like specific or general if not opposites of each other.
I also think that we want to learn something specifically about our reality (science, botany, genetics, etc.).
I will attempt to describe the general as I understand it. Forgive me if I rehash old points, I do so in ignorance.
I think of my existence in several ways. One way is physical, for what is physics if not my thrown ball decelerating by way of air. Another is metaphysical, which is to say, the stuff that makes the physical (similar to taking a step back and looking at the whole, only the whole can seem impossibly large at times).
I doubt that anyone will argue that we exist in a physical reality. What people will argue is how we exist in that physical reality. This is the nature of metaphysics, and also tends to be the "ignorant" nature of spirituality. I use the word ignorant not to offend, but to only describe the nature of spirituality as generally being devoid of pure scientific reason (god does not need science to prove he exists in order for people to believe he exists). This label applies only in the context of science, where statements do need to be "proven" in order for people to "truly" believe them.
I use prove and true in a tentative sense here, as I believe that the truest nature of truth can not be known unless it is already known. But I digress.
When I try to find the center of my existence, I continuously find myself referring to a point inside of my jaw/head/neck. Perhaps because that is where my brain stem is(biology), or perhaps because of where I breath(psychology). Despite differing explanations, the fact remains. Then I think, am I a little person shaped figure when I visualize myself, or am I a sphere? I usually find a sphere to be more correct. I actually can never really visualize exactly where the location actually is, so I don't think of it as either. I think of it as an infinitely small point, so small that it becomes invisible, and even forgotten.
This is to be expected though, as by my way of perceiving the world I would expect to have an infinitely small point, mainly because I don't think of it as a shape even though I can still locate it.
So if my consciousness emerges from a central point in my head, does it have to move to my different conscious faculties, or does it permeate them. This conception is often referred to in Eastern culture as chi. I don't quite view it the same, as I am talking about my consciousness now, and not my energy. Generally I have to debate this question. It must permeate me in a sense, as I am able to control my body at a moments notice (generally the time of neural pathways), so it must be continuously flowing of sorts. But when I think of specific action, is it my consciousness that travels to each fingers as I instruct them to type these words? Or are their movement merely results of my conscious power. I would hope this is not the case, as I do not want to think of my body from being separate from me, even if I do. I would rather think that we are one, functioning in harmony, the body is a direct source to access the physical world, and to cause change in it. The mind, in similar fashion is the direct source to itself. That is to say all of the memories incurred in a life time (memory being thought to be the retainment of sensory information, and understanding for access of that information).
The interesting perception is to perceive these two differing views in unity, each existing in its own right as it does. Mind and body being simultaneously united and separated.
Now that I have established my understanding of myself (which is the simultaneous separation and unity of my mind and body), I can hope to establish my understanding of my reality, for what is reality but all of the things that makes me, my memories and my current perceptions (sight, sound, and the memory of those perceptions long after they have passed, even the continual memory of those perceptions long after they have passed).
At this stage I try to be an external observer (as most do) and visualize all of reality. It is very difficult to visualize as there are points that are "infinitely specific" and also those that are "infinitely general".
I use specific and general here again because they are defined simply by themselves. This enables their meaning to be abstracted to describe what they must. I use them to describe the description of the universe. That is to say that I view a infinitely specific point in the universe as something that, at time t, can be perfectly described in every aspect that description would be applicable to. This is probably impossible to do. But to give an example of my meaning, a specific point in the universe at time t would be a picture I see on my laptop. That point existed for me, even if only temporally. I use general to mean exactly the opposite of the same thing.
I can then only visualize the universe as a sphere. The outermost "layer" so to speak, would be infinity, ie something that can not be reached. It is a sphere because anywhere you were in the universe, you would never be able to reach beyond, or even to, infinity. If one wants to visualize a relatively large space ship moving towards the edge of the sphere from the center, and it is so big and fast that it actually will move "through" the edge of the sphere, or so we would think. As it approached infinity it would be "squashed". It would continue to maintain its velocity and would continue to move into space (maybe empty, maybe not). But in relation to the whole sphere, the parts of the ship closest to the edge would move less and less distance, and the parts of the ship farthest from the edge would "fall into" the parts "in front of" them. Relative to matter the spaceship could observe, the spaceship would maintain its velocity and acceleration (if any) and would continue to move into real, open space; ie, the ship could fly 100 light years towards the edge of the sphere, and encounter a galaxy where they lived, and the could travel forever towards the sphere and find an infinite # of galaxies. Even though the spaceship would never appear to move in relation to the sphere again (it would also appear infinitely "squashed") it would still be able to travel towards the edge of the sphere permanently.
The summarization of my visualization is merely a sphere with a property of not having a center merely because it would be infinitely small and not be able to be found. Similarly to the location of my consciousness, I still have an idea of where the center would be, imagining the sphere as small (baseball or bowling ball). It also has the property of changing, that is to say the things which move about in it are defined by the construction of the universe itself, and so as they approach the outer wall of the sphere, they never reach it, even though they could honestly travel forever towards it.
I will stop here, as I am new to the forum, and am unsure of how far I overstepped any bounds.
-Justin
Are you talking about cosciousness or self consciousness?
I am talking about my conception of my personal consciousness as I can not "look in on" other's consciousness' in the same way that I can with my own. If you are asking if I believe that we share a universal consciousness, I dont know, but I visualize and understand my actual perception of reality as a unique and individual consciousness.
When I was Eighteen and the highschool informed me that they wouldn't press charges if I didn't come back I laid around for about a week starring at the tile ceiling above my bed that was full of countless little holes which I tried to count, and some of my brother's powerpuke from one of our wilder parties. It is amazing what qualities of color can show up in cheap wine puke on a dusty basement ceiling when it is given enough time to mature. But I digress. All the time my family was wondering if I would ever make more of my life then eating, sleeping, and thinking; I was laying there expending a minimum of effort and a maximum of brain power trying to figure everything out about existence. Thirty five odd years later I don't know if I have much progressed beyond that leisurely time of thought.
It is never a question in my mind of what we know, which will never be answered to our satisfaction; but, since we clearly know enough, of what shall we do with it. Second, and I want you to trust me on this; when we are young we wish our lives away. This is a mistake. Waiting for birthdays, Christmas, summer vacation, and finally for pay day and the weekend leads one to an infinite sort of wishing on what is equally infinitely slow in coming. It will get there on its own. Start getting ready for it before it gets by you. Life is the slippery slope. The incline is so slight that you have to push to ride, but after a while gravity takes up your slack. About thirty five you start smelling your brakes smokin; and after that holidays and birthday start slappin you in the face like a fan blade. You will find that life at least is not infinite, and when I bury a relative I feel like the Goddamned angel of death. I look at these people I have seen in their prime, and they're gone. All I can say about them is that they know. The smartest man I ever knew, we buried, and I knew then that he knew everything, certainly more than I for seeing both ends of life. We only have one form of infinity as people, and it is immortality, and all we can do to have that is to tap into existence in the form of other people. Do good. Make an impression. Be a fair witness to their lives and perhaps they will witness to yours. Have children to know pain. Have childen so you can learn to see with a child's eyes all over again. Peddle some energy into the cycle of life.