What's life?
What are we, beyond a piece of meat with bones?
What is our consciousness? Where does it go when we die?
How relevant our existence really is?
Where do we come from?
Where were we before being born?
We don't know.
Do we?
Would everything exist if there was no living being to perceive it?
When we die, when we stop perceiving the world, it ceases to exist, but just for oneself.
Is there such thing as "life", or do we just have our own "lives"?
There's an environment, where a lot of organisms live, they have their own lives. They suddenly die. The environment is not being perceived by anyone now. How can it exist?
Our world is weird. We are weird. Because, as I asked before, what are we in the first place? Inside our heads, much further than our bodies. We are just a bunch of thoughts, and ideas, organized in our heads.
Let's imagine our body cease to exist but our consciousness doesn't. It just stays there, in the air, floating, having no way to manifest itself.
We're just a piece of consciousness, and we are trapped inside a bag of meat. We use it to manifest ourselves, to manifest those ideas and thoughts, and the whole personality that piece of consciousness holds.
Am I just delirious?
My head's going to explode.
What do you think? ...if you understood at least a word of anything I've just said
Añado una oración en español para que el hilo suene más loco aún (¿se escribe "aun" o "aún"? sé que hay diferencia entre ambas palabras, sus usos son distintos, pero no sé cuál es la que debí haber usado en esta oración, me siento como un ignorante).