Everything that we know around us is through our five senses, if we loose all our senses, we will cease to exist. Therefore, we can only know anything through our own experiences. We might say that we can get knowledge from other people's experience but we have to realize that this knowledge is transferred through words, and the words that one might choose to convey a particular experience or a mental picture to another person, might create a different mental picture than the one person is trying to convey. And, the only way to check if the mental picture formed through our words in other people's mind is same or not is through using more words. We will be content that the other person's mental picture is the same if the other person uses words that we believe should be used to describe our mental picture. However, each word that each of the persons will use to communicate that mental picture will have its own unique experience attached to it that both people might or might not have in common. However, lacking an independent method of confirming if the mental picture or understanding formed through the use of words is same or not, we have to take for granted that words we are using will create our experience or convey it to a certain extent. We are forced to live in a facade of words without actually realizing that other person might never understand what is going on in your, mine or any ones' mind.
That being said, my senses tell me that when people die they cease to exist or in other words loose all their senses. Likewise, when I sleep (dreamlessly), I loose all my senses until i wake up or am woken up by stimulating one of my senses, for instance by a loud noise. The only difference I see between sleep and death is that in death senses cannot be stimulated anymore and in sleep our senses can be stimulated to wake us up and experience reality through our available senses. Perhaps, I can say sleep is a temporary death. At the same time, I like sleeping dreamlessly because I am numbed out from reality, nothing is, my consciousness is not aware of any pain or happiness, the essential element of my existence "I" ceases to exist. Therefore, if sleep is something like death and I enjoy sleeping then I will greatly enjoy death.
And, this is the reason that gives me solace that my beloved grandfather is in a better place in his death. I realize we all sleep, I realize I will die, and one day will be reunited with him and that he is balling out right now up there. Love you Dada!
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