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The water has risen.


This oak is standing in water as is the one from which I watched a muntjac browse below me.


I did find two new oaks to climb... smaller ones with low branches that made climbing more like walking up a staircase. A squirrel walked below me. I heard birds. Nothing else.


And I wondered, "Who am I?"


When I look within, there is nothing there. Yes, words bubble up. Memories. Chores that I need to do. But nothing that "feels" like a self. An absence more than a presence. Doing things, I am the doing. Thinking.... maybe I am the thinking but I am not the thoughts any more than I am the actions.


I am ears that hear and eyes that see.


Or rather, I am a body-mind that is a web of perceptions, with thoughts as just another kind of perception.


What responsibility do "I" have when "I" am not the controller?


Can my "identity' be anything other that what this body-mind reflects of the world in any given moment?


All I am is a momentary snapshot of the world.


The world is infinitely bigger and stranger and wilder than anything these minuscule fragments could ever contain.

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maplekey4
Jan 09, 2024

Some synchrony -- before reading your post, I had just happened across a word I'd saved several years ago as interesting: SENSORIUM https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensorium

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