Let's talk about life.
November 2, 2017 at 1:15 am
(This post was last modified: November 2, 2017 at 1:18 am by Edwardo Piet.)
Describe life in one word. Or one sentence. Or one paragraph. Or once post. Your choice. But this thread's purpose is to describe life.
And that's life for you. We don't speak for anyone else.
After doing one post describing life, feel free to later revisit this thread to describe life some more. Since we will never truly reach one objectively accurate description of the true subjectivity of life . . . especially not one that is fully comprehensive.
For me, right now, life feels complicated but is simple. And for me to be alive in life is to self-spectate.
It's like . . . being in a virtual reality. Where you have the controller. But the controller is controlled all by itself. And yet you can still feel it. And feel yourself at one with the controller. And you lose sense of whether you or the controller is in control, and if it even makes any sense to distinguish between the two.
For me, life is like physically feeling participation but experiencing spectating. It's like living life as a spectator rather than a participant but still feeling things that hit or touch you.
And it's like living life vicariously through others . . . and seeing yourself as another 'other' to live through. Yourself no more valid . . . and the only valid difference is you can only sense your own pain and pleasure because even empathy is only felt in your own mind and body. Besides pain and pleasure, and anxiety and desire, you don't feel real. Like, at all.
That's what life is like for me right now.
And that's life for you. We don't speak for anyone else.
After doing one post describing life, feel free to later revisit this thread to describe life some more. Since we will never truly reach one objectively accurate description of the true subjectivity of life . . . especially not one that is fully comprehensive.
For me, right now, life feels complicated but is simple. And for me to be alive in life is to self-spectate.
It's like . . . being in a virtual reality. Where you have the controller. But the controller is controlled all by itself. And yet you can still feel it. And feel yourself at one with the controller. And you lose sense of whether you or the controller is in control, and if it even makes any sense to distinguish between the two.
For me, life is like physically feeling participation but experiencing spectating. It's like living life as a spectator rather than a participant but still feeling things that hit or touch you.
And it's like living life vicariously through others . . . and seeing yourself as another 'other' to live through. Yourself no more valid . . . and the only valid difference is you can only sense your own pain and pleasure because even empathy is only felt in your own mind and body. Besides pain and pleasure, and anxiety and desire, you don't feel real. Like, at all.
That's what life is like for me right now.
As is my brain 
