Vessels

Have you ever had a sort of out-of-body experience in which you suddenly stop seeing life through the eyes of your vessel? This happens to me occasionally, and it still blows my mind every single time.

Basically, I have a sudden realization that I am… well, me. The “me” being my body and my traditional mindset, and the “I” being perhaps my soul or my lifeforce. With this realization, I feel as if my mind escapes the vessel that is both my body and my daily mindset of worrying about mundane and trivial issues, and it starts to ask questions.

Why am I here? Why am I me? Why now? Is this even real?

What a mind fuck it was the first time this hit me; the first time my conscience grasped this concept of truly thinking about my being, beyond the scope of my everyday practice of not really considering why I’m seeing what I see and why I’m living through this body. I’m the sole being living my life and all I’ll ever know or experience is based on what I see and hear and feel from my vessel, and my conscience is aware of this.

Is every person around me experiencing this same phenomenon?

They say the world doesn’t revolve around you, but is that really true? Look in the mirror. It’s fucking you. Life, as far as you know, is what’s in your vantage point. All that you can ever confirm as real is what you know based on personal experiences. You can verify your conscience is real, but how do you verify that other people have a conscience? How do you ever really know? And when you die and your vessel is put to rest… then what? Ah, Life! I have so many questions for you.

Hmm, this is a really hard thing to communicate in written words, so I apologize if this doesn’t really make sense to anyone except me.

Let's have a serious conversation about life one day, yes?