Everyone has been told or at the very least heard the expression,”The world does not revolve around you.” What a concept.
It’s been documented that bipolar can bring out hallucinations during mania where individuals think they are God. I experienced a taste of this. When you consider that you are the only person in control of your thoughts, actions and memory, you cannot begin what it is like to be someone else. All you know is what you see and experience.
We are essentially in our own little world’s. Not one person can take over our perception of what happens through life. All there is to know is what we’ve learned from others and the sense we’ve captured along the way. The ways you interact and respond to your environment and people around directly effect YOUR views on everything.
The point I want to make is this,”As far as we know, this maybe the center of the universe. There’s debate as to whether is has an end or if it’s infinite. Regardless, all we can genuinely agree on is we(individually) have our own perception of reality that is unique to each one of us. We can’t read anyone’s mind or switch spots wiith them. So in a way, we are in our own little world.
I believe when you expire, the world as you know it, is over. Of course it keeps spinning and others keep living…..in their worlds.
So here’s the question: If the world doesn’t “revolve” around us, who does it cater too?
*I’m expecting God answers, so looking forward to something different or agreeable ideas that are in line with mine*
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Zen says that mind makes everything. Maybe you’re right in saying we each have our own reality, our own little world. Who does the world cater to? Right now, right this instant it’s white type on grey background. I’m sending impulses to my brain, which sends impulses to my fingers, which taps the keyboard, which trickles this code we all understand onto this space. I hear cars, hear the goddamn tinitus in my ears ringing, see the sun in the window and feel my butt getting tired from sitting here. My own little world. I don’t see, feel, taste, hear, smell or think any world is catering to me or anyone else. Here we are.
in any mental illness even schizophrenia people think there god or ‘have powers’
I don’t think all mental illnesses have that attribute, but I do find it amusing that if there were in fact a God, the idea that some people were made this way is a very twisted circumstance. It’s beyond being born retarded or unattractive. I find it the ultimate hoax.
I can’t see how a God or creator could allow such a mishap.
@BA: As a Christian, I have struggled with that. Why would an all-loving God put me or anybody else into a 24/7 world of grief. I may never know the answer.
Just the fact that stuff exists is baffling enough for me, but to think about this universe of stuff catering to someone or something in particular? Yeech, that’s just too far over the line. I get moments where I feel like my personality, perspective, and self are somehow a part of the landscape – like I cease to exist in the vacuum of everything around me – but the closest I’ve come to feeling godlike, or super-human, or whatever you want to call it, is when I get caught up in polar arguments and feel as though the dynamic of the exchange demands one party be right and the other be wrong. But once I start noticing that trend, I have a second impulse that involves bashing myself in the face with a shovel. Of course, that hurts, so I’m trying to find an alternative to it.
Everyone faces struggles and endures suffering to some extent, but the gloomy life that comes with depression is ridiculous. Deal with it, or don’t.
“It’s treatable,”
Not yet it isn’t
I feel like I am just somebody’s biological experiment. I mean some creators out there somewhere in the universe that is being catered to or perhaps just entertained by my excruciating existence. Maybe the “study” is to see how long I can hold out, or in what methods I might try to end my suffering. That’s why “god” must make “freaks” like myself. Just for the sake, of being fascinated by the freak show.
I agree that we are all in our own little worlds. Nobody else can imagine what I am thinking and feeling. Most of the time I believe that I have already died and am living in a version of hell.
The problem with imagining hell is it could be so horrible, for so long. A constant collection of your biggest fears and suffering that extends into an eternity! Even thinking about a heaven, that lasts forever seems like an unflattering idea.
At this point, both ideas seem imaginary. They don’t bind me to this existence as they once did.
But if this life is your own little world, it’s all yours to do as you please. Even though we know time to be relative and can rationally guess how long we’ll live, we really can’t compare what we’ve served to anything because we don’t know what it’s like to end. Major reason why we feel like this life lasts forever!
But once you’re gone, you won’t know anything anyhow. Unless you think your soul and spirit escapes and heads to round two…..the final round of forever! lol. Either very enjoyable or unthinkable misery!