You know how I see us?
I see us as witnesses; locked in place, in some isolated room. We’re forced to experience the world as a direct consequence of a sack of meat that flails along on a piece of mud that chaotically hurdles around the edge of some short lived unnoteworthy galaxy.
We are just biproducts of this sack of meat’s existence, like piss or shit, and we have no direct control over what the sack of meat does, because it’s physical and we’re intangible. We have the illusion of control, but that’s only because whenever the brain changes, so does our experience. Therefore we say, it is I who controls the brain, when it’s the other way around.
It’s like a theatre we’re forced to watch, but not only do we see and hear, we feel, taste and smell. A virtual reality or Matrix, except there’s nothing beyond it and you wont find anything more real.
Enjoy the show!