Even though reality, tangibility and scientific thoroughness are concepts that shaped our era, none of us know where we came from. Nor do we know where we are headed.
Our life is lived between two clouds. Memories start to appear around 2, 3 or 4 years old. Before that? Emptiness. What comes after the “now”? Who knows. When unforeseen events or accidents occur, we are confronted with the fact that we have very little control over the future. So what of the future? Again, emptiness.
What goes on between the two? A forty-year-old has 350,4000 hours of living. 350,400 hours of memories, of being, of consciousness? Unlikely.
What about death? It’s our only certainty as mortals. We enter this world with a start date, but no known end date, ignorant of how long, or short, life will be. We will get up one fateful day not knowing that it will be our last.
Let’s not forget that sleep “robs” us of approximately 8 hours of sleep per day, keeping us in a state of suspended animation, sometimes peppered with dreams, other times in total darkness. Like it or not, for a third of our life, we lose touch with self, body, reality.
What is that lost continuum of unpalpable time? What is real?
Let’s talk about it. I want to share these questions at the heart of my daily musings and research.
Welcome to the other side.