I think we need to release the pressure a bit. Even though it's all in your head, everything is also kind of out of your head at the same time. Like some kind of inter-penetrating vortexes. I need a drink.
The bullet will pay As the brain comes out Problems fade away One last word to say Nothing to worry about As I rot and stay Its all in the head
Explaining why so many go to an early grave is easy, But, if its all in your head that doesn't explain, Why so few ever bother to commit suicide. The spark within can never really die and, Wonder remains the beginning of wisdom, For those who know what comes around goes around. None ever sees the back of their head without a mirror, And none ever peers into the depths of their own heart, Without faith in their own memories, dreams, and awareness. The future can only determine the past as poetry in motion, For the rock of ages to ever roll, it must first learn to be still, For it to hear its own voice it must embrace the silence as golden.
Sheldrake is too metaphysical, like most westerners, and just doesn't grasp systems logic. That's what held Bucky Fuller back as well, and so many others who managed to touch upon some aspect of metaphorical reality. Going down the rabbit hole, requires a sense of humor, and too many take themselves altogether too seriously, which is why they hit dead-ends. Too many academics today are asking all the wrong questions, insisting people need to be taught critical thinking, when academics fail to recognize nobody is listening to them and they are teaching complete idiots how to destroy the world. Comprehending reality requires first learning how to listen to ourselves and each other, not lecture people on how to mindlessly argue and debate.
We're living in a body That's withered and wasted We're living in a room That's melancholy making We're living in a head But we've never tasted The salt of the Earth
LOL, no I won't. Mother Nature decides my fate, for I am the Wu Li Master and write The Book That Can Never Be Written. You can run, you can even try to hide, but none defies their own mama or their own truth. For the spark within can never die, so long as our feet shape the earth as the way shapes our path.
Drinking too much salt-water only makes you thirsty, Feed your head and discover all the wonders of nature.
"its so funny, to think that its all in my head, that when its sunny, i dream of the raindrops instead"
If the concept of infinity and eternity is in our heads, does that not mean the reality of them also?
Loopy Time Warps Loopy time warps prefer lowbrow humor, Wrapping space-time in neat bundles, Infinity within infinitely unbound singularity, Now and Zen, made time warped everywhen, Out of more isotopically flat photonic space-time, By heating up condensed matter, past its warranty! For eternity is but a blink of an eye, to lonely photons, Cruising all the way, from the big bang to the big crunch! Some like it hot and some cold, but photons like it just right! When the lights are not only on, but somebody is actually home! And are always looking for a shortcut to any universe, that has intelligent life!
Okay. Maybe it's not all in my head. Maybe I'm actually dead and this is my afterlife. I have a succinct impression of having died several times. Once I drowned. Another time I was gassed in a chamber. I'm learning to not be scared of dying again. The previous times I died I didn't really know what was happening to me. But I know the next time will be epic. But right now I'm just going to get on with enjoying my death. It certainly helps to put things in perspective. A little perspective on things always helps. When you're gone you never have to worry about this world again. It's not your problem anymore. I don't want problems anymore. Maybe I can imagine Poppy reading this. She has a good world-view. I wonder if she would be my friend. Anyway, Let's dive.
if the title of this thread were literally true; why would i want to pretend, what you want me to? for one, and for two; why would anything remotely resembling a god feel in any way obligated, to what you want me to pretend? i can certianly dream up a universe in my mind, any human can, any sapient being on any world in this or any universe can. no two alike, and still we stub our toes in the dark, and certainly not by conscious volition to do so. we may perceive only in our minds, but how does this prevent there from being, things like rocks and trees, and other stranger things, entirely outside of ourselves, from being there? two things that occur to me that might shed some light, reading a diversity of alternative culture/universe science fiction, the kind written in the 70s and 80s, and building a scale model of a forest. by that i mean like nature does, with a lot of no two trees identical, yet identifiable as belonging to particular species.
The spark within isn't the intellect that allows us to create all of these technological wonders, though. It is our love which will get us through even if this all crumbles into dust.
Looking for sanity and love in all the wrong places, but now these three things abide: faith, hope, and love; while the greatest of these is love.