Today I woke up at around 9 o’ clock, which is a slightly abberant occurrence for me, at least since school has been over. I decided to do some reading with this extra daylight. It was a nice enough day, so I rummaged through the garage and extricated a lawn chair from an imbroglio of knick knacks and boxes. I walked out to my backyard, shooed off the myriad of birds congregating around my bird feeder and plopped down in the shade.
It wasn’t long before I crept up upon a particular soporific section of Steinbeck’s East of Eden and decided to nap for a bit. When I woke up I got all existentialist and shit for like 5 minutes. I remembered thinking when I was much younger about existence and its significance. Basically without consciousness or existence, there is nothing. Just nothing. Every time i think about that, I am just on the verge of comprehending it, but I never can grasp it completely. Without life there is absolutely nothing. Life is everything. Just think about it for like 5 minutes, it’s really disconcerting actually. I don’t know, I didn’t explain that very well, but it was just something i was thinking about.
-Chris
I like how your vocabulary is perfectly scholarly until you said shit. haha.
I echo Naomi’s sentiment, ha ha.
A comment, yo! I’m leaving one.
I agree with you on the idea that without consciousness there’s nothing. It still feels like there’s more to understand, though. But maybe we don’t have to rack our brains to grasp life . . . maybe some understanding will come from letting go and just *being*. “In silence there is much wisdom,” or something like that. I don’t know how to make sense right now.
Read “A New Earth” by Eckhart Tolle? You should check it out if you haven’t already.
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