this makes me so nervous oh my god
There is a sea of light around us waiting for our perception of it.
When does a man die? When he is hit by a bullet? No. When he suffers a disease? No. When he eats a soup made out of a poisonous mushroom? No! A man dies when he is forgotten!
- Dr. Hiluluk (One Piece)
«I thought what I’d do was, I’d pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn’t have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something they’d have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They’d get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I’d be through with having conversations for the rest of my life.» in The Laughing Man, by J. D. Salinger
(image by Thooley)
….and somedays I think….
If it is real, it can be imagined.
If it can be imagined, it’s real.
The Universe is no mystery, it is a question.
We, however, and our consciousness (whatever that may be) are most likely the answer.
Sometimes I think that probably I am the whole universe and that all that exists is just there for my own development and “joy”. This seems that is an “easy” way to think but really, I can go further, I say that there is no “you”, no “others”, no “other things”, so, from my perspective “you” do not exist, “you” are just a reflection of me experiencing myself.
In the same way you can say that I do not exist as a separate identity from you. Because the way everybody has consciousness is by themselves, there is no consciousness coming from “others”, you can not be in “others”’ consciousness. So everybody has their own personal “universe” and “we” (me and you reading this and putting yourself in this mind frame) never die, only “others” die. This is the thought I arrived so far.
The dark shell that surround us, that make us feel separated from one another, the shell of hatred, of fear, of despair and anxiety, that very shell is crumbling. Can you feel it? Will you allow it? Just understand that there is an amazing new world on the other side waiting for your desire.
A man covered in responsibilities and burdened by the weight of his work is swept away on a journey that changes his perception of life.
There is no such thing as a “self-made” man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success.
- George Matthew Adams (via eysheinsof)