Being

Being is a state of consciousness. I know that we all, in our most introspective moments, look around ourselves and wonder if anyone else is even thinking. Who hasn’t heard “I think therefore I am”? But each of us probably asks the inverse as well… If I am, do I think? If I think, is everyone else thinking?

Sadly, I think the conclusion we come to is No. Most others are probably not thinking. They are not attempting to think about anything larger than themselves. They are more concerned about their next meal, or their next bathroom visit, or if the mole on their back should be looked at. A never ending stream of consciousness that is more a bubbling swamp than a swift moving river.

I have often wondered what it would be like to be free of the shackles of my meatbag exterior. Being allowed to think and act without the constraint of a body that must eat, process, and waste just in order for my brain to continue functioning.

Who else thinks that? Or they to concerned about what is in the freezer for dinner?

When I get mired in my own deeply interfering humanness, I try to step back and remember that if I am not thinking, actively using my brain, then what is the point of being? My deeper suspicion is that everyone thinks this way. They just don’t realize it. It drives us.

But sometimes I wonder. Some people are just sheep. But of course knowing what I do, I know they think I am sheep myself.

And that is fine by me.

I wonder what is for dinner.