So, here we all are! Or, are we? If you are pondering the outward limits of your own egoism, or rather, if I am, then my question comes down to who gave self-conscious existence to me so that I could conceive of this circus that includes you. If on the other hand, I and you are really part of something larger that has been divided in a mutually exclusive way then their might be a chance for a common interest in solving this nagging question of a beginning and a present. Not to denigrate anyone, but if you just toss it off to “God, and leave it at that!” then the inquiry goes no further. Yet if you ARE crazy or stupid enough to continue then if you can escape the construct of social reality as created by the schools and amplified by Hollywood (or is it the other way around these days?) then consider what if anything is really evident behind your eyes. By this I mean the literal strings connected up to your physical senses. Your eyes, your nose, your fingertips, right? Well the obvious existential answer is your brain, right? Everybody’s got one! Or at least supposedly so. But let’s just concentrate on the one that you (or just I) have.
You find out very quickly when you get older that all the physical mechanisms of your physical (animal) form begin to mess up. You think that you see one thing and look at it a day or two later and find it completely different. You ponder if some sort of conspiracy is about changing things to drive you nuts or you realize the true power of perception, or the lack of it. Sure you can make a habit of writing things down or make pictures or home movies to refer to later. If you believe strictly in a physical universe you have total peace of mind. But if the world is something else again that transcends the physical, even these measures go out the window. How after all can you tell if it is truly you or the intervention of something else? Put another way, when people finally die and the form that has been well acquainted to everyone becomes permanently inert, where does the personality that enlivened that wax puppet fly off to? Does it really end? Does it go anywhere or is there anywhere else to go? Think of it as a mobile phone. If the batteries go dead in the device or that device is broken, is the person using it really gone? Or just in a distant place and unreachable.
So if one eliminates the five sense one by one from their adult perception. Take away sight and think about the quality of life experience based only on sound and touch and smell. Take away smell and taste, they kind of are the same, and leave the remaining two. That would life be like then? Take away sound and touch and what is left? Have you ceased to exist? Or is there something human there? Without any experience is there anything approaching a human personality? With years of experience and these five sense suddenly withheld, then what? A world of reminiscences and dreams, perhaps ones that are composed in a constructive way to invoke the fantasy of human material existence? Sort of like a video game, isn’t it? But what else? If senses are cabled biologically into a portion of the brain and the perceptions of the world are merely signals transferred around by synapses. what then is the true composition of the world. Is the material world real or just a fantasy that is so slow and progressively overburdened with complexity that it seems eternal? But if the playing field is the accumulation of new channels working at different rates of maturity are being forged somewhat like the every branching stems of a plant in this biochemical world then what. Is it my brain? Or is it OUR brain?
Can we think ourselves in and out of existence. For if existence is really holographic then what. Can you dig through illusion if there is no discernible mechanism of permanence. This seems where most philosophers throw up their hands and come up with the idea of tacit acceptance of the reality, whether it is true or false or solitary or communal. Society and organized religion chimes in to remind you with which group you belong. But, if you take one step father into that cloaking veil of mystery Existence may involve the notion of sentiment and the personality identifying element of intuition. Feeling being more than touch. Knowing being more than sewing chains of previous experience together and automatically acting by same. It is very possible that something unique yet ultimately not so mutually exclusive resides within that may exist in a variety of indiscernible states of being. Dimensions, if you will. If such a thing is possible, then it might explain a lot? Reassemble the components stripped off for the sake of argument and can you really see them as separate machine-like components? Or are they somehow tendrils reaching out from that mysterious kernel within the seed? The supposedly dead world of chaos may just be simply another mutual point of view taken from the vantage point of another point within?