This morning I was looking out of my kitchen window and a thought came to me, as I looked at the trees and the flowers. Sometimes it can be hard for me to imagine that once I never existed. It sounds like a kind of selfish idea but it is rather profound. For example, when we tell younger siblings stories of events that took place before their birth, they find it hard to grasp; the fact that once upon a time they didn't existe! Existence is to a point a state of consciousness, although it also goes beyond. Before we were born the world was already in existence. We can see and feel things in our lifetime. We exist. This is why many people are saddened at the prospect of death, because life continues even after we stop existing. This can be very painful. Man in this life tends to become trapped with in his own consciousness, he cannot seem to see beyond his own lifespan. Very often not paying much attention to present actions; such as pollution for example. Many of today's politic...
My brother once told me when I was about 7 that I didn't really exist, that I was just a figment of his imagination as he slept. This really made me think, could he be right? What is reality anyway?....since then (and maybe even before)I have always been intriguesd as to why we exist. This blog is a place for me to write my thoughs on life, death, love, hate and all the rest of the things men (and women) do under the sun...feel free to comment.