For the wrong thing. Find something to look for. Tragically ironic, and even iconic. I mean how does "the self" look like? No need to think it too much. There is no why, there's just what there is, all around. So leave it like that i suggest.
The self. I mean... What do i actually mean? What could i be meaning? The question "what is the self"? Is it even a question that can be answered? Imagination, memory, guts. Feels like the basic ingredients to uncover the truth, or to be more precise the lies hiding the truth!
When saying "the self" one would understand one's "ego". Hello no! That it something else, a cover, a fake one. Think about it!
When i was born, i was born someone, right? Or noone and in the process of life i started to "build" (the someone, the me) who i become? Like, gathering experiences, senses and thoughts, habits, beliefs. Yet, who was i before all that? I mean, take it off, all, everything. Your name, your age and birthplace, your color, your characteristics, your feelings, thoughts, preferations, principals, memories, every thing. What is there left?
Sounds scary doesn't it? Yet wouldn't you say it's hard to do that? I mean these (among other stuff) is what (we think) makes us who we truely are, right, or maybe no? Maybe that's a cover we slowly and under "guidance" we built to fit in? So who is in a position where he can deny everything, deny "himself" and that it includes?
I'll get more into it soon, however until then i'll close this door with a question for you (and me of course) to wonder. Are we really looking for that answer or are we trying our best to make it as hard as possible to get that answer?
Παύλος - vlospa kasbe
