We are just carbon
based moving organisms and our souls are just chemical reactions. This may
sound negative, but this is my conclusion whenever I think about it objectively.
I’d love it to be different, and I often act as if it was different, but when I
really think about it, this is always my conclusion.
Of course there are
numerous factors which influence the development of our character, we generate
memories and fondnesses depending on how we were raised and what we
experienced. We even develop a self-consciousness—an ability to think about
ourselves and even about the fact that ourselves are thinking. Of course do I
have a personality, I can experience mine as well as those of others. There are
people I like and people I don’t like, there are even people I love or hate. I
can think about that; I can be conscious of me thinking about that. Why would
self-reflection be any different than other forms of thinking. Maybe animals
have thoughts about what they are doing, too, and we just don’t notice. Maybe
what we think what are our thoughts, are just instinctive processes that
manifest as the thoughts we articulate in our mind.
I believe—and I’d love
it to be different—there won’t be anything after I died. I will just end. And
my thoughts as well. And I wont even be around to recognize it. If there is
nothing after me, why would there be anything before me? Is what we call my
soul or personality predestined by a higher pool of directions and this is what
we call instinct?
If we were acting
according to any form of instinct, wouldn’t we have some general tropes in
common? Well, people want to live. Not true. Some people also kill themselves.
Are they exceptions from the rule? Or are they just the proof, that there is no
rule?
Maybe being ticklish is
instinctive. No, whait, I know people who aren’t ticklish. Closing your eyes if
something gets thrown at you. Blind people won’t. Do they need to protect their
eyes less then the seeing? As a seeing person you can overcome this reflex by training.
Is that overcoming your instinct?
I am sure even among
animals, there are exceptions for almost everything. For me, exceptions don’t
proof the rule. There is no use in rules, if you allow exceptions.
Nobody is completely
similar to another person, there are as many varieties as there are people on
earth. Why do ants seam to act in this collective consciousnes pattern? Maybe
they are more similar than we are. Maybe we just don’t recognize them being
different to each other. To them, we probably all look the same as well—a giant
pink meatsack that is bending over to look at me. Who hastn’t done that at
least once? You? You, too? Everybody? Interesting, maybe we are not that
different after all...
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