I keep thinking about something you said.
About how you often feel like you're observing your life from the perspective of a dream. Like everything around you is a dream and you wake up into another one, and another, and another. And I still feel that way sometimes. Like my waking life is a dream.
You know they say that there's still six to twelve minutes of brain activity after everything else is shutdown. And a second of dream consciousness, is like, infinitely longer than a waking second. For example, I wake up and it is 10:12, and then I go back to sleep and I have those long, intricate, beautiful dreams that seem to last for hours, and then I wake up and it's ... 10:13.
So then six to twelve minutes of brain activity, I mean, that could be your whole life. Okay, so what if I am? Then what would you be in all that? Maybe you only exist in my mind. You’re still just as real as anything else.
Yeah. So I've been thinking also about something you said.
Just about reincarnation and where all the new souls come from over time. You could almost every time hear someone say that they're the reincarnation of Akbar or Alexander the Great. I always want to tell them they were probably some dumb fuck like everybody else. I mean, it's impossible; think about it. The world population has doubled in the past 40 years, so if you really believe in that ego thing of one eternal soul, then you have only 50% chance of your soul being over 40. And for it to be over 150 years old, then it's only one out of six.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that reincarnation doesn't exist, (or the fact that we're all young souls like where half of us are first round humans, although it holds true.) What I'm trying to say is that somehow I believe reincarnation is just poetic expression of what collective memory really is. There was this article that I read not long ago, and he was talking about how when a member of our species is born, it has inherited a billion years of evolution along. And I do believe that we unknowingly inherit their knowledge, as in, not just in inheritance, but also in the more physical sense. And this is how we inherit our instincts.
