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azurelunatic) wrote2003-02-20 08:45 am
azurelunatic) wrote2003-02-20 08:45 am
(meme from agent139): What Gets Me Out of Bed in the Morning
I may well wind up adhering to the letter of the question, not the spirit, because I'm not used to looking at this section of the underpinnings of my mind.
I am not a solipsist. Not really. I take comfort in the idea of a material universe, which may or may not (but likely does, because enough people believe it) have a "spiritual" extra gajillion of dimensions to it, a la the "Tree of Life". I take comfort in reincarnation, and the idea that a universe that will eventually all convert to energy (I still need to check KL7AM's science for myself) and be reborn, infinitely over, in infinite combination... if that is true, then the million-monkeys model of reincarnation is sound.
When I was a child, I would torture myself by trying to imagine how it would be like to *not think*. To *not feel*. To have no input of either the outside world or the inside world. For that would be what death was: the complete cessation of sensation and thought.
The idea terrified me.
Sometimes, I don't get out of bed in the morning.
Mostly, though, I get out of bed in the morning because I have stuff to do. I have things to write. I have a house to clean. I have things to read. It is doing, not being, that gets me through the day. "Being" ... I can do that from bed, thanks much. Or I could sleep. I like sleep. I need sleep.
I am not a solipsist. Not really. I take comfort in the idea of a material universe, which may or may not (but likely does, because enough people believe it) have a "spiritual" extra gajillion of dimensions to it, a la the "Tree of Life". I take comfort in reincarnation, and the idea that a universe that will eventually all convert to energy (I still need to check KL7AM's science for myself) and be reborn, infinitely over, in infinite combination... if that is true, then the million-monkeys model of reincarnation is sound.
When I was a child, I would torture myself by trying to imagine how it would be like to *not think*. To *not feel*. To have no input of either the outside world or the inside world. For that would be what death was: the complete cessation of sensation and thought.
The idea terrified me.
Sometimes, I don't get out of bed in the morning.
Mostly, though, I get out of bed in the morning because I have stuff to do. I have things to write. I have a house to clean. I have things to read. It is doing, not being, that gets me through the day. "Being" ... I can do that from bed, thanks much. Or I could sleep. I like sleep. I need sleep.
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