Life and Death
Reggae quote: "Every decision is just a reaction" Patrick
Reggae quote: "The backbone of modern education is fear" wzb
Inbetween parentheses (~_^ u’ll get why soon as u read),
I “know” nothing about all of that, really, but if I had to say
something about life and the killing of it, it would still not make a good Rastafarian
of me:
Men descend from creatures that were not predators and flesh
eaters.
The taking of life is un-natural for humans and brings a deep discomfort, often
madness in the mind of somebody who has just killed or is about to (maybe some
get used to it). (Also happens with many predators (if not all, and now referring
to mammals) but then satisfaction of the specific instinct could be the cause
of it)
This is probably why, in more ancient ways of life, killing comes usually with
a ritual and often with outbursts of frenzy, hysteria, epilepsy… (That
are, I guess, widely not fake) that is just a natural deep rejection of this
feeling deviance of "nature's" way; that state, people call trance.
(Definition of nature could be a wide subject as well)
Who kills, whatever the reason for it, gives the right to
kill him (we'll be talking in the vicinity of the idea of "does some that
doesn't kill gives the right to some to kill it, but that, in itself, is another,
wider and more abstract matter I guess);
Who kills, whatever the reason for it, included self defense, gives the right
to some else kill him/it/her/I (no matter the order).
We are not master of our decisions, they are only accumulation
of experience (that'd be to define) being processed through reaction impulses...
So is our interactions, our ability and motivation to discribe feelings, their
very existense... Thus we are part of an interactive recycling of matter that
transforms itself and grows, generates its next as a unit or multiplication
of it, in more advanced ways than a bacterium. That recycling of matter in I
makes ONE of it all, and not I of an ego.
Our ego is created by the "lost of control" (un-natural
degeneration) of some part of our brain asstets (experience) and the processing
of it, that gives the impression of self-unity by discociating oneself from
the accumulation of experience and processing of an other because of evidence
of difference of data/processing/reacion....
It is not subconscious that is out of control of our consciousness,
but the other way around: our consciousness is a lost offshoot of our subconscious,
of our mind. We have traded our instincts for intelligence when we have gone
off nature’s way by eating flesh when we were not “supposed”
to. Some say it was an apple.
The feeling of happiness, for one, is the degeneration (not
in a derogative way, but the term is nearly proper) of our mind. So are each
and every feeling, most of which are not specific to humans only. In my opinion,
the enduring of this un-natural phenomenon, the impression of consciousness
as a first, is such an opportunity in the immensity of matter and space, that
no creature has the right to take life from another if it does not gives the
right to another to take its own.
(Of course, none has the right to take life at all, but since most life-forms,
if not all, end life of others, that becomes another subject; today we're into
the ones who did and will again, not the ones who "didn't").
(funny, I think that most animals make the difference between a vegetarian
and a carnivore from more than sight and smell... please somebody comes prove
me right about it ^_^)
(By the way: when I kills, whatever the reason for it, I gives I the
right to kill I&I, that's the subject here ^_^, for you who's still
reading)
The concept of soul, the feeling and the expression of it
for most humans, is un-dissociable from the one of ego. They are a lost processing
of our half-abandoned consciousness. (by the way, in that line, believing in
re-incarnation becomes then such an absurdity or such an original truth that
there is no interest even debating about it).
Ideas are just the natural processing of our database. Each
brain has its way to process information, and our “consciousness"
(which probably has several layers of control) (... the dead zone between our
ego and our "subconscious" (I'd say natural subconscious, our basic
life form information and vital functions central processing unit, kind of),
picks up some connections which patterns it has never identified before. The
ego somehow picks it up and sends it back to the consciousness, which uses the
capabilities of the subconscious (without the ego having a clue about it) and
builds up a complex information structure that it will identify as an idea.
When a chicken comes to the same spot often because there
he can find the best worms, or because there he gets groomed better by that
other chicken, isn’t' he going to develop some kind of feeling of lack
of something, the day he will not find there what he/it came for? Maybe not
identifying exactly the reason... Isn't love a feeling also very related to
getting and missing some? At what degree begins love? (Love is as strong as
the words you use for it, if you are not ready to end your life for the one
of it's object, I just wanted to say that).
Each of us* is nothing, yet everything while we stand as the
consciousness that witnesses what we think we know, that witnesses the occurrence
of life, and have the opportunity to believe that we appreciate "what is"
(again another subject); and that makes conscious life-forms so valuable and
protection-worthy because none is to end such a good thing.
And a mouse is I as well! But I don’t know how a mouse says "I"
in mouse if not by pissing somewhere... but a mouse surely means it.
What in all that gives the right to kill? What are we to decide
that we are entitled (as oneself or as a community) to deprive another illusion
of identity the "blessing" (the unconceivable luck) to count in the
few in the universe (if there are others, they are also few coz there's none
between us and they're far) to continue to have the belief to be I.
Don’t get me wrong, I eat f***in' chicken and got a
cat in my kitchen... it's just that knowing that I could live with roots, beans
and culture, it makes I and I guilty of assuming that its life-form is more
disposable than mine. That will give the right one day to a crab to come and
eat me before my time (well, that would make it).
(Well not quite yet, and where does war come in all that?)
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