torrentialrain
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What drew me to religion and spirituality in the first place was the deep sense of why... of the strangeness of existence. What the hell is all this?!? Does anyone else feel this way?
Literally, you're sitting at a keyboard or at a phone or something, looking at these words, perhaps looking around right now... where does all this come from?
Who invented "sound," for example... not a particular sound, but the experience of sound itself?
Clearly however sound was invented, it must have been in a "workshop" outside of the mind. That workshop must be inconceivable, unimaginable, beyond all our concepts and percepts and time and space -- beyond existence and non-existence itself.
Perhaps it lives in a paradoxical realm as far beyond our comprehension as we are to amoeba.
What is the nature of that workshop?
Whatever -- whoever -- uses that workshop creates all the specifics, all the particulars, from the largest to the smallest... but how does it do that and why?
Literally, you're sitting at a keyboard or at a phone or something, looking at these words, perhaps looking around right now... where does all this come from?
Who invented "sound," for example... not a particular sound, but the experience of sound itself?
Clearly however sound was invented, it must have been in a "workshop" outside of the mind. That workshop must be inconceivable, unimaginable, beyond all our concepts and percepts and time and space -- beyond existence and non-existence itself.
Perhaps it lives in a paradoxical realm as far beyond our comprehension as we are to amoeba.
What is the nature of that workshop?
Whatever -- whoever -- uses that workshop creates all the specifics, all the particulars, from the largest to the smallest... but how does it do that and why?