Originally I wrote this in response to a subject "Faith, Hope, and Charity" forum entry, but I think I should start fresh. Thank you, Mike, though, for your inspiration.
It actually made me feel better after I stopped typing and helped align my ducks slightly. Sorry if I seem to preach, but I am talking to myself more so...
Here we go.... real deep breath in....
There is no real meaning to anything.. everything is a construct.. a metaphor.. an idea.
The lines and shapes our minds draw around things are just lines and shapes.
We bring meaning to life.. We bring a conclusion.
We are not born into this world, but we come out of it.
Forgive me.. Thinking like this makes me feel better. This is an amazing place here on OstoMates, so much I want to chat, rant, and get stuff off my chest. I am at this moment more so.. totally submerged in these concepts. I have always been thoughtful and sensitive, but when our guts give everybody on board this fine vessel problems.. Then they are amplified and our bodies/minds ( Is it the same thing? ) go into hyperdrive.
Makes me wonder actually, about our bodies. Maybe.. ions ago.. This body was a lot simpler.. Our guts were our first mind.. we were just a tube.. just a gut really.. floating around filtering specs of proteins and we were just a gut. No need for thought.. no need for questions.. no massive philosophical quandaries.. no question of faith, nothing complicated.. just a tube... bobbing around.. lonely stoma.. ha
( I know that recent research does actually confirm that our Gut has masses of the same brain-like synapses and cells that are present in our upper mind. And these TWO brains communicate on a super nerve highway ).
But then.. stay with me...
Out of the end of this tube slowly grew limbs.. and on the end of one of these limbs grew light-sensitive holes, and other energy-sensing apparatus that required another brain/mind to interpret these signals. That is all this other brain was for. Nothing else.. But it grew so powerful and overtook the raw natural body to comprehend its stimulus. Over time it confused us and drove us insane.
My gut told me this. My gut feeling.. My heart and soul.. It's making my stomach turn.. I had butterflies in my stomach.. Let's listen to our guts instead of our heads maybe.. Go with your feelings and instincts and not this data-gathering lump... Having had done what we have all had done to our bellies maybe switches them on.. reboots them.. makes us feel things more.. I know I seem to now...
Hear your mind but do not always listen to it. Its continuous chatter about stuff and things is just most of the time intolerable garbage. Zen mind. Thoughts dust and dirty the mirror of our pure self.
Take kindly to our emotions and feelings for they are clues and insights to deeper things. Faith, Hope, charity. Look, Listen, Hear, touch, taste, whatever... Then open our horn boxes quietly and just hum...
Look.. I am new here on Ostomates, and you bring all this out of me with your questions.. I feel good and better writing this.. knowing it has some sensitive ears on the end of your tube, to fall on.
Let's all take care of our tubes and cherish its insights, its everything and nothing at the same time. What is the question? What is it all about? Who and what are we?... really. EVERYTHING is overcomplicated..
Maybe I am simplifying things for my own understanding' ha.. because it seems to me there are far too many shapes, lines, patterns, laws, and rules. The current world ideology is messed up.
I am going to stop.. Read this.. then forget it... It's just an idea like everything else.
This is exactly who and where I am... Hope I am not talking out of the other end of my tube... Oh.. I cannot even do that now.. our tubes are different.. hmmm.. is that why we.... ahhhhh shut up for GOD's sake..
and breathe out..
Sincere Thanks And Gratitude to everybody here.