Taught to traverse the stream

It’s hard to see without
and it’s hard to see with.
Blind to awareness,
yet, aware of the blindness.

I forget where I was reminded, but I rediscovered the idea of stream of consciousness writing from a fellow’s blog. It reminded me of my idea generation teacher. Her name was Jane and nature had crafted her beautifully. Physically, she emanated the radiance of a 20 year old, regardless of being older than that.

But with physical beauty aside, her personality and presentation of herself made me happy. Her manner of presenting the course information, being very dramatic and gestural, but she was a formally trained actor, made be smile. I could barely contain my contentment with her enthusiasm. She stopped to question me. I don’t blame her. I’m the only kid in the class with a huge smile cracking his face in half. I responded to her, in front of the whole class, that I was enjoying her being. I might not have said that exactly, but that’s what I was trying to express.

The positivity she garnered made anything seem possible. I wish I had more time being her student, but sadly, it was only for a semester. Getting back to the point, stream of consciousness, she introduced to me the idea of a note book in which I set a timer and wrote down whatever came to mind, unfiltered.

At the time I found the process a bit silly. Now, looking back on that exercise, I realize it’s usefulness. I’ve tried, in some respect, to write without forethought – being the most natural display of thought – but I’m also guilty at interfering in such processes.

I guess what I’m saying is hamburger bun, peanut butter octopus, cucumber, horse riding jockey foot sandwiches would not be as tasty as they sound. You might as well eat the ass of a gremlin. I’m sure neither would be tasty, but one would taste better than the other. Underwear. I guess I’ve started to go with the flow.

You’ve already thought this.

I don’t know anything, or at least I don’t know much. I’m not trained in critical thinking or have I ever been taught. Much of what I spout has been borrowed, be it out of context or misunderstood. I take what I experience and try my hand at expressing what I’ve understood. As stated before, I’m unqualified for any sort of critical thought and hold no qualification. I guess this is an attempt to see who is willing to correct me, at least to their thought.

Let’s assume each individual’s consciousness is connected to a greater, whole consciousness. What if we’re just differentiating perspectives extended from this one living mass? We are not individual at all, instead, we are a single organism, I am you and your are me, to quote the Beatles, giving the illusion of being separate.

I’ve noticed my physical make up may differ slightly to those around me, but upon examining their experience, we share similarities. For example, a hateful racist, although I may disagree with them, has a similarly forceful anger that I harbour as well. Much like the ultra optimist. I might not be outwardly optimistic, but it does not mean I do not bear hope.

This by no means holds any validity or even merit, hence why it’s an opinion. But I think that this human organism is reality and we are just an extension of this whole. No matter how we try to distinguish ourselves from each other, we are all still very closely connected. Would it be wrong to assume that consciousness is reality?