I need to quit being so amazed at my own existence.

So what if this big mess of consciousness swirls into my heart's field with such velocity that it leaves a whole universe in its wake? Since everyone is doing it, it's not particularly unique or special. Besides, some might even say that this universe that we've all breathed around ourselves here is kind of a stinking piece of crap, and I understand, none of us want to be blamed for helping to create it.

Maybe I'm just bored with all this creation business. That whistling gurgle as we inhale-- noisily uttering the true name of our creation-- then we exhale, birthing a 3D replica of ourselves in panoramic detail, a world to behold, with a single steamy puff. Repeat, infinitely. It's a neat trick the first time, but nobody's impressed much after that.

YOU ARE HERE (source)

"You just need to find your center!"

That's what they'll tell me, but they always make it sound like it's a place inside of my body, like a special colored chakra that, when 'found', will solve any anxiety that creators like us might be experiencing during our breathing chores. I know, what they really mean when they say 'find your center' they mean simply to notice that you are existing at this moment and all that HERE NOW stuff, but meanwhile, I can't help but notice that none of those people are here now. It's just me, this unit of consciousness, doing what all units of consciousness do; existing, infinitely tossing the ethers about upon a handcrafted whim.

This post will make no attempt to answer the big question, WHY ARE WE HERE? There were times in previous posts when I easily answered The Big Question in a single sentence, but it was too boring. 'We are consciousness, and we're just using these individual biological units so that we can experience the creation of the physical world.' Big deal. The meaning of life, again.

There were times when I beamed with amazement as the very meaning of life was live-streaming into my senses in real time, and indeed I did try to narrate the events as they unfolded, but as a single unit of consciousness, it turns out that my version of the meaning of life was really just me sitting there breathing.

...still approaching the 'center', source

Oh, I could make it sound fancy and call it meditation, but the word itself gives away the whole trick. Med means 'middle', and I refuse to make another post about how I 'find my center', as if my center is somewhere else, and as if I had to put life down for a moment to go and find it.

It would be like learning to ride a bike, then riding around trying to explain to all the other bike-riders how they are also able to ride bikes. Yawnsville.

I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing, there's no need to make a whole post about it, it's no big thing. I would say "support my work" but really, it isn't work, I just sit here, breathing.

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