Friday, August 28, 2009

THE BIOLOGICAL WE



I've adjusted my primary perspective on daily events to such a myopic focus that what I have always called my “self” appears to be no more substantial than a gestaltic hologram. I am an etherial awareness observing and interpreting what the body’s cells’ billion qubits of sensory information about the world outside and amongst them might be telling me is going on beyond which I can do no more than be aware. What I have previously claimed as knowing what I am doing seems now to be a life-long familiarity with the players on the team for which I am merely the play-by-play announcer. I have become fooled by my adroitness at instantaneous calls and the occasional prediction into thinking I‘ve been in control all this while.

The only influence I seem to have in the behavior of my body’s cells, tissues and organisms is that hologram. The body compares my interpretation to its original message and flavors the actions it is already in the process of with the attitude the difference makes. The exchange of feedback is not like telling stories about a time dwindling off into the imaginary past while the story drones on drowning the present — it is instantaneous and constant — almost as if I was in control.

Of all theoretical lens and knob adjustments I have observed experience through, this seems to be closest to giving the instrument its proper due. I’m their biggest fan; I travel with the team.

This is just a jot evoked by Grossinger’s book.

11 comments:

Pisces Iscariot said...

It's about now that you need go out and have a few drams and make sure that the world still exists outside of you - a metaphorical reset often serves to help with the perspective and keep the atoms from flying apart :)

Mike Goldman said...

The world doesn't really exist outside of you, though, it exists inside your consciousness. Having a few drams to reset the illusion of externality may help you remain better integrated in society, but maybe it's best to let the atoms fly apart and then reassemble them on the other side. :)

Pisces Iscariot said...

which other side is that?

Cinnamon said...

Sounds like an interesting book- but not sure my little brain could cope with knowing that I know nothing.

Mike Goldman said...

PI: "which other side is that?"

other side of the sky. :)

Pisces Iscariot said...

Mike: Phew! for a moment I thought you were referring to the mythical 'hereafter' often referred to in sunday morning slave sheds.

Yodood said...

Pisces, from this immaterial consciousness perspective, with as much space already between atoms at their scale, distinguishing "my" atoms as separate from the universe is more the enigma.

Mike, I just identified self, "me" as pure consciousness in the form of my personally (as informed by my cells) animated hologram of the world and you go and introduce the duality of sides. Are you a healer or merely another of tradition's watchdogs barking at ideas outside your dogma.

Cinnamon, Relax, life is much more interesting if you admit that, other than a verbatim regurgitation of the words of others ideas about the same unknown, we know the origin or purpose of nothing we perceive. I get driven up the walls if kept inside long enough to realize that I either know or could look up authoritative explanations for every item and article within vision and must go outside and look at a tree to peace out. Besides, your brain could use the vacation from coping with belief that information is truth.

Mike Goldman said...

What regurgitating? I'm enjoying myself and sharing music, and you're telling me to relax?

Dude, chiiiiiillll.

Mike Goldman said...

Hare Hare Supermarket!

LOL

Yodood said...

Mike, chill your own bad self! That relax was for Cinnamon.

Mike Goldman said...

Oh, sorry. My bad.

Duality is a useful illusion, sometimes. We create it because we enjoy the experience of otherness. As long as you don't forget who you are, that you are as much that which you experience. And I don't promise to use metaphors in a consistent way. :)