ken wrote: ↑Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:22 am
Does dontaskme know what they are talking about?
Testing echo:
No one knows.
ken wrote: ↑Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:22 am
No one 'has' to know what they are talking about, but if they do, then that sure helps others to also gain the correct knowledge.
The last time I looked, I was all present and correct.
ken wrote: ↑Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:22 am
'One' what? Who or what is the 'one' that can get bored and restless?
The one that is bored and restless.
The one tired of resting, the one that wants to get up and boogie.
ken wrote: ↑Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:22 am
Lucky for the mind then that the word LIVE came into existence.
The word LIVE is the mind..the mind is always looking for some place or thing to hang out with, because it does not exist alone. So it seeks to live in it's own imaginary kingdom, the one it invents for itself, namely, herenow, nowhere.
ken wrote: ↑Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:22 am
Saying that the 'Universe' is made of boredom sounds like the words coming from one bored, demented, or disillusioned person?
Yes, good observations here, sounds like words coming from more words.
Without the story of 'me' what's actually happening? ..answer is nothing. Try it yourself and see, imagine life without the narrative of words running through your mind ..and see what's actually happening....you'll see nothing is happening....I just like to call nothing boredom, it all amounts to the same nothing in the end...I say to may toe, you say tomatoe.
I've often just sat unhinged from my thoughts and seen reality for what it really is...it's a bit like death....I guess that's how I know I'm alive. The universe is so clever how it knows these things.
ken wrote: ↑Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:22 am
HOW exactly can the Universe be made of boredom? And, HOW exactly did the Universe invent a mind? For that matter, what is the 'mind' exactly?
I don't know what a mind is, I've never seen one, I know about mind as the word dictates. But I've never actually seen a mind for real...only what the knowledge informs which is then believed to be real, or not, depending on whether one wants to make something up from the endless well of nothingness, which I like to call boredom.
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