Did it ever occur to you to stop for a brief moment? To pull your car to the side and step out into the wilderness. To place your butt on that bench on the way from your comfortable house. To take the longer route while walking home from work - through that park, natur reserve, or forest, over that mountain, along the coastline while feeling beach sand under your shoe soles.
Why would one do such a thing at all you might ask? Why would one leave society for a short period of time; all the problems, the stress, work, friends and family, chores, homework - the system - and let time stand still for a couple of minutes?
Have you ever questioned your existence, even just the slightest? You don’t have to tell anyone if you did, just know it inside your soul. And absolutely no one blames you if you never thought about this. It’s quite a radical and rebellious thing to do to be honest. I mean, what if this was the norm, questioning ones own existence, the realness and genuinity of it all, both the external things and living beings that surrounds your own, and the internal stuff, vision, ears, feelings, all the parts of you that constantly creates your own reality in a split second, all the time.
I think a select few people would go absolutely mad if the majority did this sort of stuff. The people you don’t see but worship anyways. These invisible creatures that have infested your mind with bullshit. How dare I, right? How dare I say that your thoughts and beliefs are all lies, all sprouted seeds that were planted in your mind a looooong, long time ago, right? How can you know that your beliefs are real, are true if you've never looked at them? How can you prove that your own reality is the realest one? How can you prove existence when you do not know non-existence?
We go to sleep most nights, for hours in one go. But are you really existing, or not existing then? How can you know if you exist, or not exist, when you are not aware, or conscious during all these hours. As far as we know no time passes. We go to bed, and the next time we open our eyes, it’s daylight again (except for when you live in the «dark times» way up north. Then it’s dark when you go to bed, and dark when you wake up. No sun for 2 months..!!! D: )
I have contemplated existence for a little bit, and it puzzles me a whole lot. How could it all have started?
Then there’s opposites. Some say you can’t have one without the other; good without evil, light without shadows, sound without silence, yin without yang, life without death, existence without non-existence.
But on the other hand, we are kind of stuck here in this dimension of existence. Everything here exists because you are making it exist. It all starts in your.. ehm... whatever it is. Perception, consciousness, awareness, mind, soul, brain, body, DNA, atoms..? Your inner universe.
Did anyone ever tell you that you are God, just as much as the person next to you is, just like your dear family members, the babies, the pets, and plants, and even mushrooms. You are all unique, special, individual beings with your own unique beliefs, needs and wants. And at the same time, we are all connected. If it weren’t for your perception, your house would not exist, nature would not exist, your closest friends would not exist, and you would not exist.
Knowing this could easily blow ones ego up and out of proportion, and you can see 'em blown up egoes everywhere if you just pay attention to most people.
Actually, isn’t it strange of me to use the pronoun you in this context? How can I possibly know if your reality somehow can align with mine? I can of course only speak for myself, and write for myself, and play music for myself, and just hope that some of you—if you are real, that is—have tuned your antennas to the frequency I am emitting, almost shouting towards you, this monologue of mine which I really hope will turn into a dialogue at some point.