| No.59 "the cow is jumping over the moon" by Rin (07/22/2008) |
| Dear George, Thank you for inviting me into your thoughts. It is such a comfort to be with your thoughts especially since I can’t find mine. George, I cannot find anything mine anymore. I cannot find myself either. As much as I look into myself, I keep finding illusions of me. Whoever I am, I am here. I know I am here, but I can’t explain why I know so. My writing here is some thoughts passing by. I found this article from the local magazine, thought it’s interesting. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The brain is made up of one hundred billion nerve cells, or ‘neurons’, which are the basic structural and function units of nervous system. Each neuron makes something like a thousand contacts with other neurons, and these points of contact are called synapses, where exchange of information occurs. And based on this information, someone has calculated that the number of possible permutations and combinations of brain activity, in other words the number of brain states, exceeds the number of elementary particles in the known universe…All the richness of our mental life---all our feelings, our emotions, our thoughts, our ambitions, our love life, our religious sentiments, and even what each of us regards as his own intimate private self---is simply the activity of these little specks of jelly in your head, in your brain. There is nothing else. We have an image of ourselves that may not be exactly how we look. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If what we are aware of is just a state of nervous system, what we are is what we are experiencing at this moment. We search for words to understand. I think what we understand is not the words after all. We somehow seem to have an ability to see something under the beneath. The reason that we fall in love with something or somebody is not explainable, because we do it in the place of mystery. As soon as we try to explain it in words, it just slips away. There are so many words, thoughts, and feelings coming by. We pick them up and start believing as our identity. We try to link past, present and future. Why do we create those illusions? What are we trying to do with it? When we think too much with words or thoughts, we become confused. Maybe, the key is in the silence. “The cow is jumping over the moon” Love Peace, Rin |