This one time I died.

in #philosophy5 years ago


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From my experience, subjective death doesn't actually exist. Everything in reality is this one single thing, & on a subjective level, we are conscious parts of this life engine—which, I think, was originally created to combat boredom & loneliness, but that's just my broken perspective of the engine.

Just as cells in a body are unaware of the whole, so are we. Also as cells in the body, we get absorbed by the body, & are remade into something else in an ever repeating cycle.

Somewhere inside of all things, there's a strand of consciousness that remembers infinity. That strand keeps us all alive forever. That strand keeps everything in a quantum probability state. In this state, the consciousness can choose to travel through itself in whatever state it imagines it is.

Right now, the consciousness state exists as me. In some amount of this perspective's time, the consciousness state will become you & infinite others. I can recall that state existing as a photon.

What's else is there to do but to enjoy the ride of this avalanche of experience? Cowabunga, dude!