Sunday, August 16, 2015

From the Stray Thought Bin: Like Mayflies

We fool ourselves that everything will stay the same, the way things 'are', 

When in reality every thing is eternally changing, developing, emerging—including you—in this creative universe we live in and are a part of—not apart from. 

And we, we are like mayflies—here in a day and gone in a day before we know it.
The Brief Lusty Life of the Mayfly

Ephemeral tiny waves of frothy consciousness in the vast ocean Sat-Chit-Ananda.

Or somehow riding on the waves.

And, if so, who am 'I' the rider? 

I don't know.

But I do know there is a wonder in being alive and conscious, a sense of the mystery I belong to—a
nd it belongs to me.


Unknown said...

About " Who am 'I' the rider " riddle posed,Steven Pinker, Harvard psychologist says that consciousness is like a storm raging in our brain. He writes, "the intuitive feeling we have that there's an executive 'I' that sits in a control room of our brain, scanning the screen of the senses and pushing the buttons of our muscles, is an illusion. Consciousness consists of a maelstrom of events distributed across the brain. These events compete for attention, and as one process outshouts the others, the brain rationalizes the outcome after the fact and concocts the impression that a single self was in charge all along."
The question in my mind is, a maelstrom is uncontrollable. If there is no director coordinator controller, how is rational thinking conducted? The illusory 'I' effectively meddles in taming the raging storm at least on some occasions, even if flux and floating is the default mode of brain's functioning. Devkumar Trivedi

Bruce Kodish said...

I think it more accurate to say that there exists no part of us where consciousness does not exist. It's not just in the cranial vault in our heads.