The Salt and Pepper of Life
My joys, my griefs, my passions and my sorrows are my own. We all have our own sense of emotionality. The joy of thinking about a novel idea, the sadness of losing a close friend, the richness of a vivid dream, the serenity of a walk through a garden on a spring day, the total absorption of a deep meditative state -- these things and others like them constitute the reality of our experience of consciousness.Regardless of the content of any one of these experiences, no one would doubt their reality. And experience of consciousness -- from the most mundane to the most elevated -- has a certain rythmn and, at the same time, a high degree of privacy, which means that it always exists from a particular point of view. The experience of consciousness is entirely subjective.If the truth be told no one is suited for the practicalities of life;each mind floats in otherworldly dreams, more preoccupied with the potential of the spirit than with everyday stuggles.
I love books, and music, and the most splendid moments of my existence have been the few books I have read in isolation from this world. I treasure every detail of the times I have spent in isolation. As I read I imagine every sentence, every page and every chapter as a mirror of my life, my passions and my afflictions. I take refuge in this extravagant, romantic atmosphere whenever I feel weighed down by the vulgarity of life.
Our moments of highest joy are those we have spent alone(with other people or in solitude). And that is the triumph,tragedy and comedy of our existence. we experience life as a rebel individualist divorced from a lot of stuff happening around us.An in this experience we are constantly evolving.
Our world,our evolution is our perception of the happenings and feelings within and perception is an individual, alone thing.
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