Mellowmarsh

Can something that dies be real? What is the sense of aliveness, and is it real?

The Absofuckinglutely in me honours & greets the Absofuckinglutely in you. 🙏 What a Pro!!

An interconnected one would be recognised as this 👉The Bardo of Dharmata (Clear Light): Immediately after death, the mind is stripped of its physical body and sensory input, laying bare its fundamental nature. This "no-thingness" or empty, radiant awareness is the fundamental ground of being. So that’s where the sense of self (the human) goes every night during deep dreamless sleep. It dies. Sleep is just death that one wakes up from multiple times infinitely for eternity. Death is not what thought thinks it is. Death is the gap between thoughts. The bardo state is a transitional intermediate state—most commonly between death and rebirth. Or, sleep and awakening from sleep.

The author of this thread has always endorsed a fun aspect into the nature of inquiry. Not once have I personally witnessed rage on this thread. Rage is your interpretation of what you are reading. Interpretation is all inside your own head.

Word-play is imposition. This thread is about fucking imposition off. Releasing oneself of their self imposed burdens.

All words are the play.

At the atomic level, atoms never actually make direct contact. When you feel a touch, you are actually experiencing electromagnetic repulsion between the electrons in your skin and the electrons in the other person. What you interpret as "touch" is actually a high-force interaction of force fields.

God is just another word for nothing. The mind cannot grasp nothing so will resist it and make it something. Without realising it’s simply making something out of nothing. No self, no cry.

Other people appear to have a face because they are your mirror. A face appears in the mirror, but this face is not out there, it’s an image appearing in you. Close your eyes and the image disappears, but you don’t disappear because you are imageless. You are imageless awareness, the external world is in you not out there.

And by the way, you have no face either, you are totally faceless. The image you believe is your face is an avatar, it’s a fake representation, it’s an image of the imageless. The face is your mirror. The mirror is Emptiness reflecting only itself. Close your eyes and the image is gone.

You have never met another person in real life in your entire life. Life is an endless process in constant flux, never a fixed solid entity. Another person is a pattern of thought, sensation and memory constantly changing. You are literally nothing, but you are not purely absence, you are this infinite openness space. A space without imposed definition. Zoom in far enough, or zoom out far enough to see the real you, all will be revealed to be nothing other that infinite space.

You can never prove another person is conscious who exists independently separate from you. You can only be certain you exist, you invent others, otherwise they don’t exist. This is blindly obvious.

Say you did meet these people in real life. They would still be fake, in real life you’re still not able to meet someone else because they are not external to you, they are objects looked upon. When not looked upon they don’t exist for you, except as an idea which is not external to you either.

Hardly, show me a man who has finished with words so that I may have a word with him. 😉 Have a wonderful story to tell. 🙂

This observing has no image. It’s impossible for this observing to know what’s being observed because there is no between the observing and the observed. There is no observer, any assumed observer is the observed of this imageless observing. Your whole imagined life you’ve been living a lie, from cradle to grave, a rather convincing scam contrived purely of empty to the core concepts that know absolutely nothing about reality because even reality itself does not exist outside of its artificial concept. You are fixated on ideas but have zero idea what an idea is, except as belief in this artificial conception .