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Stream of consciousness SELF

Let's forget about time and space, they are models of our perception.

Is there something that was innate in us even before experience? Yes Immanuel, I think that is existence itself.
What's the only concept a baby has when is born? The notion of being.

We are not conscious of what life is, of what being is, no. But we know that we act within some limits, beyond those limits there is something that doesn't act, doesn't change its status with us. We know we are us, because of the distinct presence of the non us.

We don't know anything about the nature of our changes, as we don't know what movement is, we don't know what skin, cells, body temperature is. Still we feel it, we become instantly conscious of being an entirety.

 

This should give us a far greater question to think about.

If the innate thing of a life form is that sparkle of self awareness; that makes us -plants, animals, whatever- a "self" because there is a "non self".  By inductive reasoning we could also expand this "I perceive what I am not, therefore I am" principle to greater systems... such as human society or extended natural habitats.They work as a living entity within their boundaries; they are made of a group of elements and of the links existing between them. They evolve and behave according to their contents and expanding to what is not their contents yet. So we can say that their existence is marked by the notion of what they are not, and therefore the notion of what they are.

 

Then what if the universe, as the ultimate system, the infinite whole that comprises everything was to exist with relation to that same awareness? That would be impossible, we'd immediately state. The Infinite has everything in it, because has no limits; so there is not "non self".

Then what? What's the thing that makes the Universe live? What's the innate "nature" of it? Could it be that the universe existence is defined by the confrontation between the infinite "selves" inside it?

Also, this perception of selfness can be called a perception because we, human, have organs to perceive it (and later develop it as a concept). That, however, doesn't stop a rock from containing the data of being a "self" just because it isn't aware of it, in the intellectual sense of the word. This expands the self-non self thing to the "nonliving" matter.

Going back on the universe, if the selfness can be thought as a property of the matter, any kind of matter at any level of aggregation, we could say that the universe is a system defined by the sense of belonging or non belonging of its matter particles to infinite systems and sub systems... atoms, cells, beings, planets, galaxies and so on.

The universe exists because of its organization, then, that derives from the interaction of particles that pass constantly from a state of self to another, depending on the system(s) of which they are part.
That, for instance, could explain entropy, this general tendency of energy toward "decay" and the possible reason for the expansion and, at a certain point, contraction of the Universe. If it's the interaction of particles (their changing status, their passing from a group to another) that defines the Universe existence, then it's imperative that they do go toward a direction or another. Otherwise there would be no existence at all.

Also, since -as I said- time and space are models derived from our human perception, the universe doesn't necessary goes somewhere in a definite time span. It just "is".
It is expanded, contracted and in its infinite status in between, all at the same time. We just happen to perceive its status in a specific order that we call our time line.
We don't scramble them in a different order, nor we see all the other universe status. A reason could be that we are able to develop an intellectual awareness of our self and acknowledge the universe existence just in this particular space-time reality, the reality in which our "selves" are human beings.

 

The universe is also, in two of its endless status, totally contracted or expanded. In Those two status, though, Every particle Belongs To The Same entirety, there are no subsystems Thus, no matter Comparisons of Thus and no "self" at all. That concludes

We Should Those two status in the universe Simply Does not exists.

My Nose Looks Fine In A Mirror

A Country for Old Men

Sunday, August 2 10:30

I wake up and decide to drink a cappuccino coffee Colleoni, Vox and because the 'closed.
I Wear warm: flip-flops, shorts and tank top. 10 breakfasts with my card I board for the center of Bergamo, if I were in a holiday village.
And they are.

distracted by the echo of my straw slippers on the pavement of Sentierone, I see two basic details of late that should not exist:
- too many human beings into service for the city average Sunday
- anyone who has not seen war

She looked at a glance and I am baffled.
Under the trees I see a gang of over 60 gathered around the benches, gutters like crows merry defecate. Across the street I notice that the green takes an eternity '... and not just because the members are tired of this side of the road and there have been dragging on arthritic knees slower than Zombie Sam Raimi, so I turn to the arcades and I see couples season support each other to avoid the ice cream cone Balzer, counter cholesterol in hand.
Suddenly I find myself on the edge of reality, my namesake, the architect designed the bell tower of the old common form of Tesseract as open-and-Heinlein in the story of opening a breach in the fourth dimension that takes us all to Tenerife.

It 's a fuckin country for old men.

shades of gray and white hair covering their entire color scale palette in Photoshop, their raucous laughter, their wooden clubs and steel suspenders riluccicano the glow of this sunny morning. Everywhere looks resigned hover near death.
Accelero step towards bar and I realize that I stand out like a cheetah into a herd of leprechauns. Youth and 'been sucked away from these places like the fat in a liposux.
Even at the lake which the Moroccans have abandoned their posts to give way to shop for pensioners with their bags of feed. The Romanian
carers, as always parked in the mass Donizetti, are more minority than usual.

The pastries at the bar are all in place, the butter a public enemy. I grab a croissant and the waitress recognized me thirty. He never spoke, but greets me warmly.
It 's a gesture that denotes despair, almost felt my platelets work under perfect on my system gioisse of cardiovascular and found membership in a social group that knows no skin drying out.
Another black mark on the tiles of my subscription and I'm leaving. Fleeting glance at the tables, the Cardioaspirin is measured in buckets.

Everything suggests premeditation and clustered recurrence in this community 'senile.
First, space events nelllo Piazza Dante, in concert there is' the combination bands of Bergamo. Trombones, cymbals and xylophones that punctuate jingle from the menu on Sky in the comfortable shelter of a tent and property of PVC. Why risk the collapse from heat, when you can collect all the bands together without having to follow in the procession?!
technology once again prevent the extinction of mankind right.
Secondly, the devastation of Sora away, behind the prefecture. A broken cement block and cement mixers that surpassed the work in progress and is' now a full course of work. A site
practically permanent, a carousel of complaint for the elderly. He
-greedy-claws are the safety net of the yard, awaiting the arrival of the team building and anticipating the verbal stoning.

I hasten in the gallery, the stairs shady e. .. mirage! A pair of fresh active population.
One greets me, I admit, and 'my neighbor's shop with orthopedics. How sad

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