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Death Souls
This instant, it seems to me, every instant is Nirvana. Or heaven. Or Oneness. Or God. Or whatever we think is the best or highest or most trusted or most “right”. Because being alive, being conscious is such an unusual thing that we might as well treasure it each and every second. The alternative – deep, dark, eternal unconscious – is literally unthinkable. But of course it’s thinkable, we just did. But to me it is sad that after this brief, but eternal time on the wheel, so to speak, my consciousness will be reabsorbed into nothingness. But, of course, this makes the nothingness something. So this instant is it; both everything and nothing. It doesn’t get any better than this. To another philosopher, the “nothing” couldn’t care less about consciousness or mathematics. I used to try to describe it, manipulate it. Good and evil likewise descend into oblivion at my death, for in this universe, the only one I know, and is the only universe as far as I am concerned. Good and evil, yours as I understand them and mine, among others will be no more upon my loss of consciousness even in dreams. We’re created uniquely by genes and traditions. |