I Am In Deep Thought Almost Constantly
Have you ever thought about how our body functions autonomously? Every cell, every organ, our mind. Can we really take ownership of who we are? If I didn’t choose or make my mind, my body, my instincts, my “spirit”, then what part of me is really “me”? If I chose not one part and for the most part everything happens autonomously, where I think I can “control” my mind, but I didn’t make my mind, I made nothing, it all just functions, it all just does what it does.
Interesting huh? Almost like that “I” is an illusion. Almost like being a mind trapped in a body. What is the “mind” though? Thoughts that are not said out loud, with the language and logic we were taught to use? I didn’t make or choose what I call my “mind” either. It’s almost like being nothing, but a mere object that can move and have desires, then attempts to move towards its desires. Like a machine where our brain/mind is equivalent to a battery. Except that our senses that can perceive pain or pleasure remind us of where to walk according to what best fits them.
There are true heroes, true artists that amaze me because they go beyond what seems most convenient and the first individuals that come to mind are construction workers and firefighters. These people will always be the exception to my writings, because the pleasure of their senses isn’t their primary concern. We could say that if someone enjoys their job, even if it is altruistic, it is about the satisfaction it brings to the self. Anyhow, construction workers and firefighters have my greatest and utmost respect and admiration!
Interesting huh? Almost like that “I” is an illusion. Almost like being a mind trapped in a body. What is the “mind” though? Thoughts that are not said out loud, with the language and logic we were taught to use? I didn’t make or choose what I call my “mind” either. It’s almost like being nothing, but a mere object that can move and have desires, then attempts to move towards its desires. Like a machine where our brain/mind is equivalent to a battery. Except that our senses that can perceive pain or pleasure remind us of where to walk according to what best fits them.
There are true heroes, true artists that amaze me because they go beyond what seems most convenient and the first individuals that come to mind are construction workers and firefighters. These people will always be the exception to my writings, because the pleasure of their senses isn’t their primary concern. We could say that if someone enjoys their job, even if it is altruistic, it is about the satisfaction it brings to the self. Anyhow, construction workers and firefighters have my greatest and utmost respect and admiration!
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