Think about it.

Sometimes, a person makes us feel interesting, attractive, understood, or important in ways we haven't experienced before. We start associating those feelings with them, and eventually, we might mistake our attachment to those feelings for love itself.

Maybe we don't just miss the person when they're gone. Maybe we miss who we were when we were around them.

And here's the part that makes me wonder: if someone stopped making us feel special, but remained exactly the same person they always were, would we still love them the same way?

How much of love is about truly knowing another person, and how much is about what their presence brings out in us?

With the advancement of industrialization, tech, AI and the modernization of the environment, people's capacity for critically thinking about their surroundings, and developing key skills like hunting, sewing, crafting, tracking, retaining history, and other baseline skills necessary for survival have dwindled and are at risk of dying off entirely. We've become so reliant on the systems that enable us to consume at such a low-effort cost that once nature strikes back and technology no longer provides for what we've become accustomed to, most won't be able to adapt or pivot to such drastic change. Now more than ever we ought to continue being intentional about maintaining and learning the key skills needed to live a sustainable life. I'm included in the population of people lacking in a good amount of said skills, though I have some basic capacity for sewing, fishing and building things.

Bear with me as I lead up to my thought. I hope this is allowed.

Once in awhile I binge on a paranormal book series on Kindle Unlimited. I find it to be a nice escape. Don’t judge me.

Anyways, a common trope is that someone discovers they have magical powers and that leads to a whole new life for them. Often, that includes meeting up with ghosts of loved ones who have crossed over.

And I find it interesting that I have never read a story where this revelation has a profound impact.

I get it. You are telling a story about the here and now not the “there and future”. You want to concentrate on that part of the story.

But as I read the rest of the story I can’t get it out of my head that the character just seems to accept it in stride.

Because if anyone suddenly had absolute proof that the afterlife existed and knowledge about what it was like, would this not be life altering?

The same goes for movies and TV shows where characters know for certain. Ghost Whisperer for example. Even a silly movie like Beetlejuice.

Inevitably, they all concentrate on interactions with the ghosts or visitors from the other realm.

In the books the characters start solving mysteries and exploring aspects of their new powers.

But never once has a character said, “Holy cow! This means that this life on earth is just the beginning. I will move on to a different plane of existence when it is over.”

So fellow Redditor. It makes me curious. If in the next hour you suddenly had irrefutable proof of an afterlife, how would it impact your life now?

I’m sitting by myself this evening, listening to music and looking out at the road from my sixth-floor balcony. It’s already dark, but the world is still busy. Cars coming and going, people getting off work, everyone heading somewhere. Sometimes I even catch myself calculating how long a car takes to reach the point where I can see it. I don’t know why. I just like watching.

I read somewhere once, do we want to be on top so we can see the world, or so the world can see us? I’ve always loved that thought. Maybe living this high up makes me think about it a little more.

At some point, I take my glasses off. My eyesight is pretty bad, so without them, the entire world turns into a blur. But I’ve always liked looking at things this way when I want to be alone. Everything loses its shape, and somehow, I find it beautiful.

Tonight, the road looks like someone has scattered glitter across it. Little specks of light in different colours, moving at different speeds. I can’t tell which ones belong to trucks or cars anymore. I can only see the colours, and for some reason, I can’t stop looking.

I wonder if I’ll ever want to get my eyesight completely fixed. Not because I don’t want to see things clearly, but because there’s a version of the world I get to see only when I take my glasses off. A version where everything familiar becomes something else entirely. And I think I’m a little attached to it.

There’s a moon rising right in front of me, and across the road, a single home in a huge building is decorated with little pink and blue Diwali lights. I keep looking at the lights, then at the moon, then back at the lights. The sky gets darker, and the moon somehow gets brighter. I don’t even realise how long I’ve been sitting here.

I think about this one evening at a fair with my love. We had just gotten off the Ferris wheel and were sitting together, watching it turn in front of us. For some reason, we both took our glasses off. His eyesight is even worse than mine, so we sat there, holding hands, looking at what was once a Ferris wheel but had now become nothing more than little specks of light circling endlessly against the night sky. We weren’t talking about anything profound. Nothing particularly extraordinary was happening. But I remember thinking how beautiful it was to finally have someone who could see the world the way I did. Someone who could look at the same blur of colours and find the same kind of beauty in it. It’s one of those moments I’ve quietly kept to myself, and I think I always will.

Lately, I’ve been so caught up in my own head, thinking about life, about what’s happening, what isn’t, and why everything feels so uncertain. But right now, I’m just sitting here, listening to a song, watching tiny lights move across a distant road, and smiling for no particular reason. I don’t have answers to the things I’ve been worrying about. Nothing has changed. I just feel nice.

Maybe that’s what makes this evening so special. There’s nothing extraordinary happening. The world is doing what it does every day. People are going home, cars are passing by, someone is putting up Diwali lights, and the moon is slowly becoming brighter. But I’m sitting here long enough to notice it all.

I keep thinking about how many little things I miss when I’m too busy thinking about everything else.

And as I’m writing this, the moon is finally at its brightest, right in front of me, and it’s so fucking beautiful. I genuinely can’t explain it. I just keep looking at it, and I don’t want to look away.

I don’t know. I just feel a lot of things tonight, and I want to remember what it feels like to sit here, doing nothing, and be this happy.

Sometimes I feel “real life” is like a lucid dream, just way harder to control.

I go through the motions. I know that I’m awake, but I feel this is not all of it. I play the role, I ride the wave. I love my family, and I know that I’m blessed, but I can’t shake that feeling of being in a dream. The lines are blurred, like a recurring dream. Real and dream memories are hard to tell apart, but I feel like they’re the same.

Does it really matter?

The more I disconnect, the stronger the connection.

I guess we’ll see what’s what when I wake up.

I've been thinking about negative thoughts lately and the whole idea that "you are not your thoughts." And there's something about that concept that I find genuinely bizarre. Assuming that consciousness is entirely a product of the physical brain, then everything that makes me me comes from my brain. My thoughts, emotions, reasoning, self-awareness, all of it.

When my brain produces a negative thought, and I recognize that the thought might be irrational or distorted, it's the very same brain that produced the thought that's now recognizing it as unreliable.

There's no separate "me" outside my brain evaluating these thoughts. It's my brain evaluating itself. And even as I'm writing this post, it's my brain generating these words, reflecting on its own processes and questioning its own reliability.

We're told to observe our thoughts, question them, and not automatically identify with them. But the observer and the thoughts being observed are ultimately products of the same brain. I just find that surreal to think about.

What happens to us when we die?

Do we go to heaven? Are we reincarnated? Or do we simply cease to exist?

Recently, my grandmother, who raised me, passed away.

I grew up without a mother, and my grandmother treated me as though I were her own child. She loved me, cared for me, and was essentially the mother I never had.

Before I knew it, I had grown older myself and become a full-fledged middle-aged man who looks perfectly at home with a beer in his hand.

And perhaps that's why I've found myself thinking more deeply about death, a question that seems to have no definitive answer.

Of course, my grandmother's passing was merely the catalyst that prompted me to put my thoughts into words.

I've actually spent many years thinking about death and developing my own perspective, long before her passing.

Personally, I don't believe in heaven or an afterlife as described by traditional religions. However, I also recognize that we cannot definitively prove that such places do not exist.

At the same time, I believe there is a possibility that ghosts, or something resembling what we call spirits, may actually exist.

That might sound contradictory.

But to me, the existence of an afterlife and the existence of ghosts are not necessarily the same question.

There's also a familiar idea that human beings are connected to the universe, or that everything in existence is interconnected.

Such expressions are often associated with religion or spirituality.

However, I wonder whether they might take on a different meaning when considered through the concepts of matter and information.

In this post, I'd like to explore my thoughts on death, consciousness, our connection to the universe, and the possible nature of ghosts, drawing on ideas from physics, biology, and information theory.

1. We Have Always Been Part of the Universe

Before considering what happens after death, I think we should first consider where we came from.

The matter that makes up our bodies didn't suddenly appear out of nothing.

If we trace its origins far enough, we eventually arrive at the universe itself.

The matter that would eventually become our bodies existed long before we were born.

And when we die, that matter doesn't simply disappear.

It breaks down, changes form, and eventually becomes part of other substances, organisms, and processes.

In other words, the human form is temporary, but the matter that constitutes us existed before our birth and continues to exist within the universe after our death.

Thinking about it this way, I feel like I can begin to understand the expression, "When we die, we become one with the universe."

This isn't some kind of religious enlightenment.

From a physical perspective, we have always been part of the universe. Perhaps being human is simply one temporary form that the universe's matter takes.

And this leads me to another thought.

Perhaps we don't become one with the universe only after death. Perhaps we've been connected to it all along, even while we're alive.

2. Imagine the Universe as an Endless Ocean

To explain this idea, I'd like to compare the universe to an enormous ocean.

Across this vast ocean, countless waves form and disappear.

Each wave has its own shape, size, and lifespan.

Yet no matter how different they appear, every wave is part of the same ocean.

I wonder if human existence works in a similar way.

Within the vast ocean of the universe, a wave called "me" temporarily forms.

That wave has a unique shape, different from all the others, and constantly changes as it interacts with its surroundings.

For humans, perhaps these changes correspond to growth, experiences, and the development of personality.

And perhaps death is simply the moment when that wave loses its individual form and merges back into the ocean.

The important point is that when a wave disappears, the water that formed it doesn't disappear.

The wave loses its distinct shape, but the water remains part of the ocean.

Similarly, even if the individual existence we call "me" disappears, the things that constituted that existence do not necessarily cease to exist.

This is the basic image I have of death.

But this analogy has another important implication.

The wave was never separate from the ocean in the first place.

A wave isn't an independent object sitting on top of the sea.

It is simply part of the ocean temporarily taking the form of a wave.

Perhaps human beings are no different.

3. The Idea That Everything Is Connected

There's a familiar expression: "Everything is connected."

When people hear this, they might think of spiritual teachings or religious beliefs.

But I don't think the idea necessarily has to be interpreted that way.

For example, we take oxygen into our bodies through breathing and obtain various substances through food.

We use those substances, transform them through biological processes, and eventually release them back into our surroundings.

Our bodies do not exist in complete isolation from the environment.

We constantly exchange matter and energy with the world around us in order to sustain life.

Our actions also affect other people, and those effects can spread further.

Something one person says might change another person's way of thinking, influence their behavior, and eventually affect the lives of people they have never even met.

In other words, although we appear to exist as independent individuals, we actually exist within an immense network of relationships.

This brings us back to the ocean analogy.

One wave affects the surrounding water, and that movement can propagate elsewhere.

Even though individual waves have their own shapes, they are not completely isolated from one another.

Perhaps we, too, exist within one vast universe, constantly influencing and being influenced by everything around us.

So far, this can be understood through matter, energy, and cause-and-effect relationships.

But I'd like to take the idea one step further.

What if consciousness itself arises from some form of information?

And what if that information is not necessarily confined to individual physical bodies?

Could the idea that "everything is connected" apply not only to physical relationships but also, in some sense, to information?

Of course, the fact that things are physically interconnected doesn't prove that consciousnesses are directly connected.

But I wonder whether there might be a possibility worth exploring here.

4. What Is Consciousness in the First Place?

Human beings have bodies, brains, and consciousness.

But this raises a fundamental question.

Does consciousness simply emerge from nothing as our physical bodies and brains develop?

We are born, grow, accumulate experiences, and gradually develop a sense of self.

But what exactly is consciousness?

I wonder whether consciousness itself might be a form of information.

After all, the things that exist in our universe can be described in terms of information.

The structure of matter, its state, position, motion, and even the mechanisms of life.

Human memories, experiences, and thoughts can also be understood from an informational perspective.

If that's the case, could consciousness itself arise from a particular structure or configuration of information?

This is where my personal hypothesis begins.

What if the information necessary for consciousness doesn't necessarily exist only inside living organisms?

The universe contains an immense amount of information.

Could consciousness emerge when information accumulates, changes, and reaches certain conditions?

Perhaps, during the formation of a living organism, particular information becomes associated with its physical structure, giving rise to consciousness.

I wonder whether the physical body and consciousness might influence each other, developing together over time.

If this hypothesis were correct, perhaps our consciousness wouldn't be completely separate from the information that exists throughout the universe.

However, the existence of information in the universe and the idea that human consciousness is directly connected to the universe as a whole are two different claims.

At present, there is no established evidence demonstrating such a connection.

This is simply a hypothesis I've developed through my own thinking.

5. Where Does Consciousness Go When We Die?

When the body dies, brain activity eventually ceases.

It seems reasonable to assume that the consciousness we ordinarily recognize as "me" also disappears.

When I die, there is no guarantee that my current personality, memories, or self-awareness will continue to exist.

But if consciousness is constituted by information, what happens to that information?

Perhaps the informational structure that sustained consciousness breaks down when the body dies.

Yet could some of that information remain in the universe in another form?

Let's return to the ocean analogy.

When a wave disappears, the water that formed it returns to the surrounding ocean.

That same water may eventually become part of another wave somewhere else.

But we cannot say that the new wave is the same individual wave that existed before.

Perhaps consciousness works in a similar way.

The possibility that information associated with consciousness might persist is not the same as the survival of one's personal consciousness.

Even if some information related to my existence remains, that doesn't mean I would continue thinking, feeling, or experiencing the world as the same person.

And this is what I find most frightening about death.

We recognize our own existence because we are conscious.

If consciousness disappears completely when we die, then from our own subjective perspective, wouldn't it be almost as though we had never existed at all?

What frightens me isn't simply the death of the physical body.

It's the possibility that the conscious "me" experiencing the world right now will cease to exist.

6. Then What Exactly Are Ghosts?

This brings me to another possibility I've been considering.

The existence of ghosts.

Suppose consciousness arises from information.

And suppose that the information associated with consciousness could, in some form, exist beyond the boundaries of a living organism.

If so, could some kind of informational structure remain after the physical body is gone?

I wonder whether this might be the true nature of what we call ghosts.

In other words, a ghost wouldn't necessarily be a deceased person continuing to exist with the same personality, intentions, and self-awareness they had while alive.

Perhaps a ghost is some kind of informational existence that is no longer bound to a physical body.

And perhaps what we call paranormal experiences occur when human beings somehow perceive that information under particular conditions.

Let's reconsider the idea that everything is connected.

What if the universe is not only a place where matter exists, but also a place where different forms of information are related to one another?

Perhaps the information associated with our existence maintains some kind of relationship with its surroundings even while we are alive.

And perhaps, after the physical body disappears, some of that information could continue to exist in another form.

From this perspective, ghosts wouldn't necessarily be supernatural beings existing outside the universe.

They might instead be some form of information remaining within it.

Of course, this doesn't prove that ghosts exist.

There is currently no established evidence that information constituting consciousness survives the cessation of brain function as an independent, organized structure.

Nevertheless, considering ghosts not simply as the souls of deceased people, but as a hypothetical informational phenomenon, opens up another way of thinking about their possible nature.

7. Could Psychic Abilities Be a Form of Compatibility With Information?

If ghosts were informational entities, another question would arise.

Why would some people be able to perceive them while others cannot?

I wonder whether the concept of "compatibility" might offer a possible explanation.

Imagine that a ghost consists of a collection of information with a particular structure.

To perceive that information, perhaps the human mind would need to be capable of aligning with, or matching, that structure.

I imagine this process as something like a three-dimensional jigsaw puzzle.

The information associated with a ghost has a particular shape or structure.

A person's perceptual abilities might be capable of matching some parts of that structure, but not others.

Depending on how well those structures match, the amount and type of information perceived could differ.

For example, imagine two psychics claiming to perceive the same ghost.

One might describe the appearance of a person, while the other might report hearing a voice or sensing an emotion.

What if they weren't necessarily perceiving different entities?

What if they were accessing different aspects of the same information because their perceptual compatibility differed?

In that case, perhaps people described as psychics are simply individuals who can more readily align their perception with certain forms of information that most people cannot detect.

There might be natural differences in this ability between individuals.

It's also possible, at least hypothetically, that a person's degree of compatibility could change through experience or training.

This idea also connects to my hypothesis that human beings are connected to the universe.

If human consciousness could interact with some form of information existing beyond the individual body, perhaps the nature and extent of that interaction would vary from person to person.

In other words, it wouldn't necessarily mean that only certain people are connected to the universe.

Everyone would exist within the same universe, but individuals might differ in their ability to perceive certain kinds of information.

Of course, none of this has been scientifically demonstrated.

But if we assume, for the sake of discussion, that psychics really do perceive something beyond ordinary sensory experience, this could serve as one possible explanatory model for why their descriptions differ.

8. My Perspective on What Happens After Death

After thinking through these possibilities, I've arrived at a particular way of understanding death, consciousness, and ghosts.

Human beings emerge from matter that already exists within the universe.

Eventually, our physical bodies die.

But the matter that constituted those bodies remains within the universe, continually changing form.

And even while we are alive, we are not completely separate from the universe.

We take in matter through breathing and eating, exchange energy with our surroundings, and influence other people and our environment through our actions.

We exist as independent individuals, but at the same time, we are part of a much larger interconnected reality.

If consciousness arises from information, then even if our present sense of self disappears with the death of the brain, perhaps not every aspect of the information associated with our existence is necessarily lost.

And if some informational structures could exist independently of a physical body, perhaps those structures might be what people have historically called ghosts.

It's also possible to imagine information changing form and, under certain conditions, contributing to the emergence of consciousness again.

However, that wouldn't necessarily mean reincarnation in the traditional sense.

Even if a new consciousness somehow emerged from information related to a previous person, there would be no guarantee that it would be the same conscious individual.

I don't believe there is necessarily a heaven or another world waiting for us after death.

Nor do I assume that deceased people continue living somewhere as the same individuals they were before.

What I'm considering is something more fundamental.

Perhaps human beings, and consciousness itself, are temporary configurations that emerge within the universe.

And perhaps death is the end of one such configuration, as its components continue to change and become part of something else.

There is something important about the expression "returning to the universe."

After all, we didn't arrive here from somewhere outside the universe.

Before we were born, while we are alive, and after we die, we are part of the universe.

What changes is the form of our existence.

Perhaps death doesn't connect us to the universe. Perhaps death simply ends the individual form of something that was always connected to it.

Conclusion

Everything I've written here is speculation, not a scientific conclusion.

We currently have no established evidence that the information constituting consciousness can exist independently of the brain.

Nor is there scientific proof that ghosts are informational entities.

And the fact that things in the universe are physically interconnected does not demonstrate that consciousnesses are directly connected.

But I believe that something being unproven doesn't automatically mean it isn't worth thinking about.

Where did the universe come from?

Why did life emerge?

What exactly is consciousness?

And why are we able to recognize ourselves as "I"?

These are fundamental questions to which we still don't have complete answers.

That's why I want to consider death not merely as the termination of biological activity, but also through the relationship between matter, information, and consciousness.

Just as countless waves emerge and disappear across an enormous ocean, perhaps we too emerge within the universe, temporarily form our own distinct existence, and eventually lose that individual form.

And every one of those waves, despite appearing independent, was always part of the same ocean.

The movement of one wave spreads through the surrounding water and can affect other waves.

Similarly, we influence the people and environments around us throughout our lives.

When I think about it this way, the idea that "everything is connected" doesn't seem like something that should automatically be dismissed as mere spiritual thinking.

We are independent individuals, but we are also parts of a much greater whole.

And if consciousness truly arises from information, perhaps there are aspects of our existence that we have yet to understand.

We emerge from the universe, temporarily form an individual existence within it, and eventually lose that form.

"When we die, we become one with the universe."

That phrase once seemed abstract to me.

Now, I feel as though I'm beginning to understand what it might mean.

But these days, I find myself thinking about it somewhat differently.

Perhaps we don't become one with the universe when we die. Perhaps we have always been one with it, even before we were born, and even at this very moment while we're alive.

What Do You Think?

I'm not trying to prove that an afterlife or ghosts exist.

I'm simply interested in exploring what consciousness really is, and what our existence as individuals means within the universe as a whole.

If consciousness arises from information, does that information disappear completely when the physical body dies?

Could the expression "everything is connected" have a meaning beyond our physical relationships?

And if something resembling ghosts were ever shown to exist, what might their true nature be?

I'd genuinely like to hear different perspectives, whether they come from science, philosophy, religion, or personal experience.

How do you understand death, consciousness, and our connection to the universe?

I welcome different opinions, including criticism and arguments that challenge my assumptions.

These are my own thoughts and ideas. AI assistance was used for translation and English editing.

The thing about adulthood is, you have lived enough life, had conversations with enough people and has had enough experiences to know who you are.

As a teenager, i used to talk to people to get validation. With time and with enough life experiences, i have an idea on who i am. That changes how you interact with people as you are not talking to people for validation.

Im still not fully there but growing. At times, i do doubt myself based on people's perception but i believe i will reach to a point someday when i wont be affected by other people's opinions and actions because i know who I am.

(Was thinking this as i had a heavy day)

Ever write a reply before you've even finished reading?

I've noticed something weird about how we read things online.

Sometimes you start reading someone's post and halfway through, you've already got a whole argument ready in your head. You know what you disagree with, what you want to correct, maybe even the exact words you're going to use in your reply.

Then you finish reading.

And suddenly you've got nothing to say. The person already answered the thing you were about to argue about.

Your whole comment just disappears before you even write it.

I think something similar happens when we talk to people. We start figuring out what they mean before they've finished explaining themselves. And sometimes we get so attached to our first interpretation that we don't even notice when the rest of their words don't fit it.

I've seen this happen in conversations, and I've learned to pay attention to people's reactions while I'm explaining something. Sometimes you can tell that someone is heading in the wrong direction before they've even finished telling you what they think you mean. If I notice it, I try to clear things up before it goes any further.

It makes me wonder how often we actually react to what someone said, and how often we're reacting to what we thought they were going to say.

Maybe none of this is new. But there's a difference between knowing something happens and catching yourself doing it in real time.

That's part of what I'm exploring through Hidden Self and Human Runtime. Not just what we think or do, but how we get there in the first place.

Have you ever had a whole argument disappear from your head just because you finished reading?

It means embracing countless doubts and uncertainties while moving forward with conviction toward the next version of yourself.

When we take our first breath we are exposed to the chaos and noise of a self-centered world.

We learn to judge others due to their race, ethnicity, wealth, religion, and in hundreds of other ways. It is only when we see beyond our differences that we may truly know another.

For our worth lies not in our labels, but within.

When we realize this, recognizing the equal value of every life, the lesson we are born to learn will be understood.

Everyone wants to know what happens after death. We think if we knew, we would feel better. But I don’t think knowing would help.

Pick any answer you like. Heaven, where you are happy forever. Rebirth, where you come back again and again with all your memories. A shared mind, where you join with everyone else. A dream where every wish comes true.

At first, all of these sound great. But now think about the time. Not a hundred years. Not a thousand. Trillions of years, and it never stops. That is where the problem starts. Happiness only feels good because you also know sadness. If you are happy every single day for a trillion years, you stop noticing it. It becomes normal, like air.

Winning only feels good because you could have lost. If you can never fail, then finishing anything means nothing. A surprise only works because you didn’t know it was coming. In a perfect place where you know everything, nothing can surprise you anymore.

So after enough time, the perfect place stops feeling perfect. It feels like a beautiful room, with everything you want inside, but no door to leave.

This means meaning needs limits. You need to not know what happens tomorrow. You need a chance of losing. You need an ending and a short life gives you exactly that. So life is not precious even though it ends. It is precious because it ends.

Which makes me think: maybe we were already in that perfect place. Maybe we lived there for a very long time, and it slowly became empty. And maybe we looked at a short, risky, ordinary life, where things can go wrong and everything ends, and we said yes.

Maybe this life is not a punishment or an accident. Maybe it is the thing we picked.

我认为，幸福不关乎金钱，也不关乎人脉，不关乎交际，也不关乎能力，不关乎远虑，也不关乎认知。如若一言以蔽之，幸福在于身体健康、精神健康以及没有大小便的困扰。这三个要素完美地代表了一个人存在的状态。人活着，什么状态是最佳的呢？精神健康让你不至于幻想一些世间本不应存在的事实，例如被害妄想。身体健康让你的存在不带有任何痛苦，病就是身体的反常表现。大小便不再成为困扰，就像在天国里一样，天国里不需要马桶或茅厕。

谈谈那些不影响幸福的因素吧。假如你富可敌国，却胃痛到吃不下饭，假如特朗普是你的好朋友，你却坐着轮椅，假如无数人采访你，你却有语言障碍，假如你能修大卡车，却缺了一条手臂，假如你考虑到了敌基督掌权的未来，却拉稀而一时找不到厕所，假如你知道化学的全部理论，却无法生育子嗣。那么，你一定不幸福才对。

幸福没有那么复杂，只是人们在病态的路上渐行渐远。

Sometimes when I’m doing nothing I’ll just stare at the technology in front of me and think, “Do you think on another planet with life on it, they have something similar?” It usually devolves into me trying to think of some variations of how technology would look if it was made by a different species. There has to be life out there, super far away but if we happened then it can happen again. So I just imagine, how different their life could be. What if they don’t see the same amount of colors as us, maybe they see more or less. Maybe they are similar to reptiles and aren’t able to love, or maybe they have an entirely different perspective of love and emotion. Maybe their planet is ten times bigger or smaller than us, imagine how different that could be. I then wonder if they have the same issues with us, with governments, maybe their planet was taken by a dictatorship, or maybe they have an entirely different government system we couldn’t even think of. It’s this sort of thing that makes me excited for space, I hope before I die we somehow are able to see another planets civilization. How much different could two different species be? Yes there comes all the social issues, and possible wars, religious outcry, but I’m really not interested in any of that.

My view on the whole picture—and why every single point I’m about to make is wrong and right at the same time

GOD , Thoughts on this matter

i got a person arguing with me why humans can't create humans without (sx ) he says that it is exclusive to god and it is proof of god, like look at the change in medical filed we can save a dying person to an extent today what will be that extent in future , yes we are effectively increasing the extent we can save a person ,cloning ' ivf all of that have been here for a while and many others as well .

But the core problem is not if God exist or not , our words and statements and language is one of em the restrictions . it's not exactly the problem but it is a wall for us to get to an answer and furthermore we have yet to discover like god or we have yet to define the word or concept , . a deeply religious person with a Brain can say most of the religious text are just moral example for us and keep the cycle going or others according to each religions , and things that have been designed for human emotions . And deny all underlying wrong parts of religious texts in return it will face intense scrutiny too .

And an atheist or agnostic as iam , can debate that why is he or that doing that the reason why is he /that doing that why does he / that need this is he/that getting enjoyment for this or what if there's an all powerful entity, we actually question the reason for our existence. if this still is rooted on the belief that God exist he can argue that we are his creation , children , or slaves according to religion, that brings up the question is he morally grey, and In which does morality apply to God? .in this life most people enjoy life many regret it as much as they could and those who suffer meaningfully may have a chance of getting out of pain temporarily then the source of their pain changes and that keeps them engaged but contradictions are present

not generally there's contradiction in every statement I mentioned above and others as well , so you can argue that why an all powerful god did not created the world without evil and all why did he not create a world that can SUSTAIN Utopia , why did he not give us that then you can argue what is the problem with our current life isn't it enjoyable or satisfying but when we add reincarnations and karma to the table the question goes one level higher , so so in utopia logic

Within the underlying fabric if he created a world that can sustain Utopia (we ) as we currently are will be will less slaves or robotic like but that's where the weakness of language comes , if I try to explain this scenario with our logic it's becomes complex and too long and everything I state will have its own contradiction so

I THINK the problem of god and beliefs cannot be solved by languages more like( 3D or 4D) hyperbole like an intertwined explanation that connects and ends everything like then comes the question should the answer be perfect or not , wall of language becoming clear 😂 ,,

And Note the point As I mentioned many times all these are subject to contradictions and arguments.

And This is merely my view some of it put into words many wrong points and etc ..

At the end of day Does it matter if we're being controlled or not my question to my fellows

Hi! Quick preface: I'm not a philosopher nor a philosophy major but do know physics. And I'm looking for opinions or utter destruction of my general understanding of how everything else exists to my consciousness.

I guess it's mostly just that there are 3 fundamental "elements" to understanding everything: perception (what information is currently being fed to you), memory (your memories or general knowledge of your own past in some form), and mathematics (or that mathematics is our best way of translating the universe).

I guess this all just kind of stems from trying to understand the fundamental makeup of my own reality.

The floor is made of wood -- wood is made of atoms -- atoms are made of electrons, protons and neutrons -- protons and neutrons are made up of quarks held together by gluons -- fundamental particles are just excitations in quantum fields

I guess my point is that, no matter how far down this chain I go, everything I understand about it ultimately comes back to my own perception. I don't actually experience quantum fields or quarks directly. I understand them through information I've received, stored in my memory, and interpreted using mathematical models.

And I feel like this applies to literally everything I know. Even something as simple as recognizing the floor as wood relies on my memory of what wood looks and feels like, and some implicit statistical reasoning that tells me the thing I'm currently perceiving is probably wood.

In that sense, my entire understanding of reality seems to be a constantly updating model based on my previous experiences and whatever information I'm currently receiving.

I'm not necessarily suggesting that reality doesn't exist independently of my consciousness. Rather, I'm questioning whether there's any way for me to understand that reality outside of perception, memory, and the mathematical or statistical relationships between them.

Is there a name for this way of thinking? And is there some fundamental flaw in my reasoning that I'm overlooking?

About 3 years ago, i was waiting to finally leave a psychiatric hospital. i felt like it'd never happen. then i accidentally did something which i'm sure exists but don't know what to call. closest i can think of is some sort of retrospective thought with nonresistance to the present.

i doubt it'll affect anyone else but me, but just in case it does, here's a content warning because i would hate if it actually did against someone's will. i'll now give an example of how i did can explain it easiest.

you clock in to work. you know how long it's gonna be. now, think about the concrete moment you know is coming of you walking out to your car. think about how you'll be remembering this moment of thought you had. about how you'll be looking back on the moment where you imagined yourself looking back. that moment is coming. it will arrive regardless of your attitude towards it. now, with complete, total nonresistance to the present, live and work as it comes to you. then, when the moment of you walking to your car arrives, look back on the moment where you thought about you being where you are now.

this makes days or even longer periods seem to go into a blur for me. i am otherwise mentally healthy now, yet whenever this happens it always makes me conceptualize the elapsed time in between the two points of me thinking about the retrospective and the retrospective itself feel greatly condensed.

does anyone else feel this? does anyone else have a similar feeling? any ideas on why this happens for me but seemingly no one else?

Sometimes, Laughter Is More Than Just Laughter

Have you ever noticed how you can exchange a glance with a close friend in the middle of a serious situation and suddenly struggle to keep a straight face?

Nothing particularly funny has happened in that moment, yet somehow, you both know what's going on in each other's minds.

I think laughter is more than just a reaction to something funny. It's contagious, but it's also about familiarity, comfort, welcoming someone, and bonding with people.

Sometimes, a smile or a little laughter can make an unfamiliar setting feel less awkward. It can make a conversation feel warmer and help people feel more comfortable around one another.

And with people we already know, laughter can come from shared memories, situations we can relate to, or things we understand without needing to explain them in words.

Sometimes, someone describes a situation, and we imagine it so clearly that we start laughing. Or perhaps it reminds us of something we've experienced ourselves.

And sometimes, it's simply about feeling comfortable enough with someone that we don't have to worry about how we look or whether they'll judge us for our reaction.

We can be a little ridiculous, laugh at the most unexpected things, or find humour in a moment that nobody else seems to understand.

Perhaps that's why the same joke can feel ordinary with one person and hilarious with another.

Because sometimes, laughter isn't just about what's funny. It's also about the comfort we share with the people we're laughing with.

Some people don't just make us laugh.

They make us feel safe enough to laugh without holding back.

What are your thoughts on this?

Even though the Internet is a mean place, we are all human beings on here (aside from the bots) that have lived a life, and even if people can be mean, they’re actually kind and understanding deep down, and their meanness isn’t truly real. I bet the meanies are just big babies who want to be loved too.

Love you all, so much in this strange little world of the internet.

Takes one understanding kind person to put my perspective back into place. And then it follows on, seeping like nectar inbetween fruits, onto the next seed ready to be planted and grow fruitful, by sharing the kindness you receive onto the next.

Love you guys and thank you for being part of my life 🫂🥰

I’m grateful for the time and era I live in. And I’m grateful for the internet.

People are terrified of moral anti-realism and moral relativism, because they think these views will make it so we never progress morally, as everyone will just say they have their own morality and be content with that. They think they wouldn’t be able to reason with anyone about what’s or wrong.

Ironically, the opposite is true. If one believes they cannot change their moral values because they’re absolute, then there is no way forward.

People are different and will always be different. Even if everyone thinks morally is objective, and even agree on its source, they will never agree on their understanding of what’s right and what’s wrong.

People always like to use the most extreme examples to either scare others into admitting morality is objective, or to show that people agree on morality.

But like almost everything in life, it’s a spectrum. The less extreme the example, the more varying opinions will exist on it.

On the other hand, if we accept that morality is a system we create to co-exist peacefully, essentially a negotiation, then we do have a path forward. We can talk about why something would or wouldn’t work for people, and hopefully be able to understand one another better.

It’s not a silver bullet of course, and nothing will ever be perfect. But I think that acceptance and understanding gets us to a much better place than holding on to objective morality.

There are those and I count myself among them, that achieve a level of understanding so as to have foresight into the future.

These people are never listened to by the powerless many, who must cling to hope.

Never understood by the powerful few who none the less,

Never fail to profit from the example

Without understanding causes, one can only rationalize after action, doesn’t sound like free will to me.

This is how history and behavior repeat, it’s an axiom of awareness and causality, and 99% of you, will have no idea what I’m talking about, because the fundamental truths may as well be alien to modern human understanding.

We are as a whole(all of humanity) and for thousands of years progressively more Individualistic Weberian Emotivists, ruled by fear and greed

Cultivating the self awareness of a potato.

The true wisdom of the Ancient Athenians, left out of the first and I hope not last Renaissance, is the objectively, deterministically true meaning of Eudaimonia.

And I think we know enough about biology to develop a teleology, to know ourselves, our biological legacy, what is life, what is man? What is awareness?

From first principles;

All matter is subject to the laws of entropy

life is matter that by the accident of the negentropic Krebs cycle, has been eternally accumulating negentropy via interaction/experience and reproduction/life cycle.

Man, as all species, is a tendril of life’s accumulation over time, the differences and similarities between species and individuals alike, are owed in particular to that which they are accumulations of, that is to say interaction/experience.

Awareness and the memories it produces are products of the nervous system more broadly, which life evolved as a causal substrate between microscopic cell structures/systems and macroscopic physical reality.

The prefrontal cortex is Life’s greatest creation, I imagine it took millions of years of experience, deducing facts about our environment through reason, imagination and abstraction.

The Orwel’s and Sagan’s and Socrates are thus the exemplars of our finest human potential and reminders of how low the bar has sunk, even as we are all capable of similar heights when possessed of understanding, grounded in reality.

~ The human mosaic ~

The human mosaic is made up of many different colors when seen together reflect the beauty and love in the world.

Most though, choose to see the mosaic, each as a separate hue.

It is only when we combine our differences into a beautiful montage, arranging the colors in an exquisite design, that we will understand life’s true potential and the genuine reason for our life’s journey.

~ Ken Luball ~

I was thinking about this today, and I don't have an angel or a devil on my shoulder. Angels and devils are a little outside of my psychological framework and who honestly would be tempted by demons or angels equally in this day and age?

No, what I do have is Superman on one shoulder and Magneto on the other.

Superman is a symbol of hope and kindness. He shows the good in all humanity and believes in our better natures. No matter how many times he gets burned, he still tries to believe that Lex will give into his better nature and work on saving humanity.

Magneto is the counterpoint, imo. He has lived through the worst humanity has ever been, seen his whole family slaughtered because of who they were and he was powerless to stop it. Now he has the power and sees the seedy underbelly of those choices poking their heads up again. He wants to live in a better world but he's willing to put boot to ass to get it.

I don't know, it's pop psychology but it is what I've been thinking about today