Facsimile Reality

[TropicalStarfish]

The question it then seems is, what now? What would you like to do now? For me, that's a simple question. Right now I'd like to put off things I'm "supposed" to do. Well, what is anyone "supposed" to do. Really, ask yourself, what SHOULD you be doing? Is there anything at all? When you really think about it, it's kind of interesting to ponder.

Who are you? I mean, really, who are you now? I don't mean who were you, who did you used to be. I'm not talking about who you "should" be, this implies that your not something. It does not answer who you are. A collection of all that you are not does not answer the question who you are? So really, who are you?

Perhaps It would be easier to lead by example, then, who am I? Well I am a person. I am a fictitious name on the internet. I guess you could say I am similar to a salmon. I swim against the currents that are the trends of popular notion. I am an explorer. I am a consumer. I am a procrastinator. I am daring. I am open and foolish. I am funny and terribly cruel to myself. I am not average, yet I do many things that average people do. I am the universe and the universe is me. I am God. I am awake.

It's really this thing of reality and limitation isn't it? This unsatisfactory disbelief. Yes, in fact, you, yes, you dear reader. I am you and you are me and I'd be delighted either way, whether you agree or disagree! So what is it now, then? These questions? Let us ponder...

The drama of life! Glorious isn't it? Do you have pain? Are you in suffering? Oh the joy! The rapture of having wooden splinters driven under your nails! Oh the sweet splendor of torture? Curious isn't it? The depths of what is? What exactly is is? Isness. It seems similar then to a state of being does it not? However is being the same as is? Is it, "what is being?" Or is it, "what being is..." Then to the curious "it". What is it? Governed by such implication. Such outrageous notions! Ahh yes, the joy then.

So you! Yes, you! Your breathing. Your heart is beating. Electrons are surging through your innards! Yes molecules of ever varying shapes and sizes are departing and arriving. Your very state of mind is but a conditioned response deeply embedded into your psyche beyond the reaches of memory itself. This you. This isness. This being. That "it" somewhere deep inside of you. What then? What of it!?

It's similar to the story of the green sky. 10 people were looking up on a sunny day. 1 of them stops and asks everyone, "what color is the sky?" 9 people all agree the sky is blue, but 1 person sees the sky as green. What color, then, is the sky? This reality, this reflection of yourself. It would be wise then it seems to take time to learn about this nature that is ourselves. To look inside and ask the questions.

There are many people who would be more than willing to answer them for you, but this will not do! Then what are you left with? You. Are you kind? Are you cruel? What would you think of yourself if you suddenly stepped out of the mirror!? Be wary my dear travelers for even the self can not always be trusted. It is nothing but an illusion, a reflection of all that you have perceived up until now, organized into a patterned chaos that is your consciousness. Be wary I say!

This choice then. What of choice? I can choose to be good. I can choose to be bad. What is good without bad? What is bad without good? Oh what of it all!? Oh the lamentable sorrow of pure satisfaction! The horror of having all needs fulfilled! For what then! Nothing to gather, nothing to hunt! Nothing to lure, nothing to tempt! Ahh yes, the dream! I remember now! I remember that I forgot, oh yes the dream!

What then of this digital construction. This fabrication? These words and the person who wrote them!? What of it!? Does a tree know it's a tree? Ahh yes, questions.

Who am I? Who are you? What is the difference between the two? Me and you.

May your deepest sufferings be as painful as they are and your greatest joys be celebrated again and again! Dear reader, I depart for now. Take care, be wary, and be care free. Or perhaps... just be.

 

[Vagrant Legacy]

To provide an answer to a question unasked – a daunting task indeed, and were it not for all of us who are, and those who are not, to be players on the field, ‘t would have been a question denied its existence by all.

Yet who are all, who are we – and most specifically – who am I, you ask ?
I am the very conflict that resides on the shoulders of fate, immortal yet of no substance.

I am good, and even in evil – one might speak of a balance. A balance of what? Two forces co-existing, ever breaking, wearing each other down, yet loving in true harmony, defining us for what we are, and taking us away when needed.

Your Isness, as great an invention it may be, need not apply to me. You are awake, I may be asleep. Perhaps beyond a boundary of existence. I speak only through digitalized currents, words appearing on a screen. Who holds the evidence of my existence? It is not you, nor I. Those around me? I doubt it – for what am I when not in direct sight? A memory, one that may be false – not just for me them, also for me. For what am I if not here – where am I if not there? More questions, no answers. Never a proof of existence.

I am, was, be, or were. Trying to define which state of being, or time of existence is as guessing the age of a droplet of water. I am asleep, yet forever awake. But what defines me? A strong spirit in a broken vessel. What does that mean? It means exactly what it says right here. Where? Don’t ask. Know. I strive for a righteousness that is overwhelmed by greed and hatred. I have given up long ago, yet keep on fighting. I, for one, possess a great heart, abundant with love and clichés. Yet none to share with. I realised long ago I do not belong here, this place has no place for a faulty number, and therefore I stopped existing, yet was never notified. I am a lost number, an archived file.

I am all there is, and yet I am none of all – I speak for all without a voice, and yet I have no words to say. I am all there ever was, and was all there has never been. I am the paradox of non-existence.
I am chaos, I am order. I am neither of the two.

(That was a mighty good read thanks for that)

 

[TropicalStarfish]

A delightful response! And a mighty thank-you to you as well! The journey continues!