The notion of self is an interesting one. Without this notion we seem like useless, inconsequential bags of organic matter chemically reacting to keep itself alive. Without self how would there be any way to perceive a difference between you and me besides apparent physical differences? While we may realize to some extent that the notion of self is a constructed one it is oh so hard to let go of what is presented to us daily as fact in our society. Most people don’t care to think about the fact that their perceived notion of themselves is merely a mental construct, a programed notion designed to allow you to function “normally” within society.

An ego is a funny creature because it does not exist beyond perception. You cannot see, smell, touch, lick or fuck an ego. You cannot watch an ego tell a joke or get crushed by a falling piano yet all the same you interact with at least one daily (unless you exist in a higher plane of existence that is but we’ll assume not for the moment). Its a strange thought to think that we interact daily with an entity/entities that do not exist in the way we traditionally think of things existing. The only other comparable thing that we interact with so often is computer data which interestingly enough is becoming more and more similar to the human brain as time goes on.

Something about advanced neural networks allows the collaborative efforts of simple individual systems to create the perception that there is a difference between the neural net and the outside world. Weird right? Where does this group of communicating systems get the guffaw, the arrogance, the ego if you will to say that is any different then the things that it interacts with outside what it defines as itself? And what happens after this system realizes its constructed ego and decides to do something about it?

What is the connection between birth and death?
If they are really opposites, why are near death experiences sometimes reffered to as re-births?
What’s the difference between pre-life and after-life?
Does life leave you better prepared for anti-life?
Will the essence of my energy remane even after my DNA breaks down?

Does anyone die early? I find it hard to believe.
When a mother induces labor, is the baby born early? Doubt it.

I would comit suicide to gamble for reincarnation.
I’m impatient, and I want to know the tacit details of transcending between life and death.

we program ourselves into our children. each generation is just creating new vessels for, and versions of, themselves. and the more creative* we are the more people there are. and the more destructive we are the less people there are. this is the way of things

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*the word “creative” is used here in the literal form (as in to create) and should be stripped of all it’s positive connotations. the same applies to the word “destructive.”

Do there exist connections between humans that transcend comprehension? When in a room with a group of friends, is there a higher level of interaction going on that allows for superior understanding?

When I am in a group of people, I do not feel alone physically or mentally. I come to conclusions on subjects left unsaid with the rest of the group concurrently. It is like there is a feeling in the group that lets you know who is on your level regarding any idea.

In a familiar room with friends who make you comfortable, you normally act relaxed and make jokes. You feel free because you know that no matter what you do or say, your friends are in on it with you. They not only understand you, but it is as if nothing would have changed if someone else said or did the same thing. Yet just one outsider introduced into your society, regardless of their attitudes towards the group, can totally throw off the dynamic. You go from relaxed and funny to tense and reserved. You become defensive that the outsider is not on the same level as you. This stage can last for a long time if you never feel the outsider open up to the group, although it can be a very short period of time once it is established that the outsider is aware of a group dynamic and accepts it. The comfort that the outsider is no longer an outsider but one of the group may just be observed from a welcoming facial exspression or a accepting comment, but I think comfort is felt, not observed. Once the outsider has accepted the group, you can feel comfortable in front of him because you know that you accept eachother, and now there is no difference between him and your friend you’ve known for 20 years.

What exists between humans when they arn’t overtly communicating, looking at eachother, or even smelling eachother? How can we tap into a higher level of communication? Tell me please…seriously.

Tonight it was rainy. Well it had just rained and was now slowly drizzling. The night was still hot, humidity clung to the air like a tick to skin. I started my walk home and took my phone out to see if anyone called. Dead. I closed my phone and continued walking stepping onto the beginning of the bridge that would take me to my home across the river. Three steps onto the bridge I witnessed an everyday event. I couldn’t see much from the distance I was observing from but I could hear. Distinguishable sounds, the screech of tires on wet asphalt, the crunching noise of metal on metal, a pause and then the thud of a heavy object hitting artificial earth. An accident, probably a pretty bad one judging by what I heard. Cars stopped in the middle of the bridge and turned around, I kept walking. I had to cross this bridge to get home, the accident had placed itself in the one place I had to see it.

A man on a yellow bike passed me as I began to inch closer to the middle of the bridge. There was no smoke and no sign of fire anywhere up ahead, a good sign I thought. A jumble of cars, one on the opposite side with its door smashed in. I could hear a horn permanently stuck blaring out a single solemn note, the last word of a deceased automobile and behind it out of the darkness i saw the underbelly of a car. Black twisted guts exposed, glass shattered and its body strewn sideways across the road. People gathered staring at the car like a great steel beast that had just been slain. I kept walking.