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“This is the greatest moment of your life, and you’re off there somewhere missing it.”

Hmmm. Interesting. I say the word interesting when I have nothing to say.

Language. Language is not us.

Interesting.

When you talk to a bird it doesn’t really respond in sound, it rather flies away or just looks at us or around the place.

Time. In a world where time is our brain’s invention there is so much confusion. What is this, what is that. Sooner or later someone comes up with a story. Language. Speech.

The moment I say “I”, the reality of no time is covered up. By this… time.

And yet, time seems the absolute reality. There is always a before and next. The moment that happened, the yesterday, the last year, the “when I was a kid”. Such a magnificent growing library. Library of time in our head. I’ve been wondering where’s the light switch. Let the library go dark, no library, no memory, no “I”, no time.

“Interesting theory,” said the wandering traveler.

The most interesting is what happens when we no longer deal with theories, but with facts. The naked truths of this world. No adornment. No description nor interpretation.

Ever wondered what a human being, us, looks like from the outside? Ever wondered what birds see, when we appear in their horizon of vision? Ever wondered what makes us, living things, so different from any rock? Rock. Such a funny thing. A cluster of minerals and things. Just like us. But they don’t move on their own. They don’t think. In fact, the concept of time is completely absent in them, in that little bundle of minerals. Only what’s now.

Now. Hmm. Another funny word. They keep saying, “focus on now,” “focus on the present moment.” I didn’t know the present moment was something to focus on. Rather the something else. But even if, would you care? 8 billion people on this earth have all one thing in common. The quality of time, the quality of believing. Believing in things. Creating stories. Creating descriptions.

Funny how all the old religions have been going on for sooo long. The Gods invented by the Greeks. The Gods invented by the Aztecs. The God invented by the Egyptians. But oh no, we don’t believe in them, because now we found the true religion. Well, at least one of the other ones, also quite popular, all of them. Christianity is the new Greek fashion. Islam the new trend for the last 1400 years or so. The Hinduism, with their hundreds of Gods spread out across the Indian subcontinent. The “unbelievers,” who believe in something different, science, no religion etc. All of us, like one big family, all of us believing. Wonder where are the Gods of the animals. The God of Gazelles, saying that the gifted and strong run free, the sinners get eaten by the demon lion. The God of Lions, saying “beware of the monkeys, and the things they carry, which hit a target from a mile, blowing the lion’s head in half.” I’m not criticizing monkeys for being predators of other animals. Other animals eat other animals too.

Humans then, some of them, change their religion. “Change.” That’s what we all think, isn’t it? We think we “change.” One car for another. One person for another. One color for another. Because they’re all so different, (sarcasm here) totally different, absolutely unrelated.

The same pattern. Repeated. Over and over again. Oh yeah, but wait, this God is called different. The rules are different. We change the church, we still go to church, but now, oh wait, it’s a pagoda. It’s a different story. Yeah. So different.

But oh no, oh no. Here they are, the opinions. The fear of challenging the beliefs which rule our mind. Which we accepted.

What’s the religion of those in the deep recesses of the Amazon jungle? The tribes of people hunting for food, because they don’t have supermarkets. The herbal ingredients and mixtures because the pharmacy hasn’t opened its shop right next to their little homeland, in the forest.

Death. The mind. The human mind. Is so afraid of it. The mere mentioning of death elicits predictable reactions in others. I joke about it, immediately I hear “don’t joke about it,” “Don’t say that.” A mind in fear. A mind avoiding the very question, what death, that magical word, always avoiding the serious question, what’s the meaning behind the word we’re so desperate to avoid.

Hmm, waiting for an answer? Always looking for answers? Waiting for some other human being, brain just like yours, the one “you’re” a part of, “your” brain.

Accepting a definition. A conclusion of another.

It’s interesting. People say that you cannot know certain things unless you experience them. War is one of them. Somehow. Every time a person who saw and went through, their understanding of war is firsthand, not from a history book. Not from a movie you watch in the comfort of your own house, cinema, with friends, with your drink, with your popcorn.

And so. What makes you think that you understand things which demand very deep questioning, things which are inner, like time, or what death is, to the mind.

Avoiding. Avoiding. Always avoiding. Fearing not having answers. Fearing not knowing. Even though when we were born we knew nothing, in terms of acquired and gathered inner library of knowledge, information, events,… time.

You know. For people, these living things, thousands, hundreds of thousands of years ago. Numbered. Struggling. Searching for food. Searching for shelter. Being killed. Killed by other living beings. Fast animals, big animals. Claws. Sharp teeth, against our tender flesh devoid of armor. In those times. I feel like killing each other, another human being, would be nonexistent. Imagine a lion killing its own kin. But somehow. We’ve accepted war. Oh yes. The war is far away from us. But we have our own wars. Every one of us. Opponents at schools. Toxic people at work. Assholes on the street. Family quarrels. Conflicts. Arguments. Fights. War. We think it’s a huge group of people, with weapons, tanks. We point the finger, “it’s them,” “it’s him,” always pointing at a mirror. We think we’re so different. In the content of the thought and beliefs, yes, perhaps. The evolution of all human beings though is common. The brain we have, the brain which operates, sees, interprets, all common to all of us. At the core, how different are we from each other, really. When it comes to the skeleton of the framework of mind. The capacity to believe in things. The capacity to think. It’s common to all of us. The same mechanics of the brain, human brain which evolved through millennia, millions of years, from the moment the brain was first formed, in its primal state, small, in the very beginning, in living beings, our oldest ancestors, the oldest ones. We inherited this brain, but yet somehow, because we accept things superficially, and with definitions, we think we are “born,” that the brain is “born” when we’re born. The brain which existed for longer than any one of us. An ancient human brain. And we let ourselves get carried by its forces, by its desires, beliefs, fears, never questioning them. Always accepting them. “This is what we are” they say. We say. “This is what we are.” “Fear is always a part of our lives,” not even questioning whether there is a life, where fear, as a mechanic of the brain, does not exist. I’m not talking of course about the immediate reaction to danger. If you were ever unlucky, to meet a wild animal, about to jump you, the moment where all thinking stops, immediately. The immediacy of the danger invokes the brain’s reaction to survive. Fear? I don’t think so. Fear. Paralyzing fear. And yet when the moment strikes, there is only now. Reaction immediate to what’s going on. But …

And this is where the post ends. Here. Unfiltered. Because a mind which saw certain things. Is tired with lies. Tired with stories. Tired with superficiality of thinking itself, when it dominates in areas where it doesn’t belong.