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another lunch-time by-the-pond musing...
in the below, *** shall mean "darkoshi", or "insert-my-name-here", or me, or whatever.
sometimes i think about what it would be like for someone else to know, or to feel, what it was like to be me... something telepathic-like, i suppose.
but it struck me that i am experiencing "the story of ***". i am actually living the life of ***. i could in fact be this other person experiencing what it was like, to be ***.
***'s life, ***'s experiences and memories, detail by detail, second by second... i am living it. like a person watching a movie, but so much more than that, a person become a part of the movie, a character in it. not just acting, but being that character... the only way to really know what it is like to be that person...
of course, if one person lives through a long and detailed life like this, there's really no point for another person to do so as well. it would be superfluous. so i am the only ***. the only person living ***'s life. everyone else is living other unique lives of their own.
what i really think about then, isn't about someone experiencing my life, or me theirs, but communicating it... in a relatively short telepathic burst... or somehow merging consciousnesses, feeling both lives at once...
one's experiences, thoughts, feelings, memories, condensed into something smaller... keeping the important parts, discarding the millions of boring and unimportant parts... like looking through photos and choosing which to keep... like thinking about one's day and choosing what things to write about, what details to record and remember.
my brain is automatically condensing this life into certain memories, a certain combination of things that define who i am, at any particular moment.
i suppose the musing could have gone on as opposed to drifting here and there, and then being blown away by the wind... but the sun shines and the earth spins, and the time for lunching passes into the time for another thing.
in the below, *** shall mean "darkoshi", or "insert-my-name-here", or me, or whatever.
sometimes i think about what it would be like for someone else to know, or to feel, what it was like to be me... something telepathic-like, i suppose.
but it struck me that i am experiencing "the story of ***". i am actually living the life of ***. i could in fact be this other person experiencing what it was like, to be ***.
***'s life, ***'s experiences and memories, detail by detail, second by second... i am living it. like a person watching a movie, but so much more than that, a person become a part of the movie, a character in it. not just acting, but being that character... the only way to really know what it is like to be that person...
of course, if one person lives through a long and detailed life like this, there's really no point for another person to do so as well. it would be superfluous. so i am the only ***. the only person living ***'s life. everyone else is living other unique lives of their own.
what i really think about then, isn't about someone experiencing my life, or me theirs, but communicating it... in a relatively short telepathic burst... or somehow merging consciousnesses, feeling both lives at once...
one's experiences, thoughts, feelings, memories, condensed into something smaller... keeping the important parts, discarding the millions of boring and unimportant parts... like looking through photos and choosing which to keep... like thinking about one's day and choosing what things to write about, what details to record and remember.
my brain is automatically condensing this life into certain memories, a certain combination of things that define who i am, at any particular moment.
i suppose the musing could have gone on as opposed to drifting here and there, and then being blown away by the wind... but the sun shines and the earth spins, and the time for lunching passes into the time for another thing.