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6/20/2013 6:47:46 PM
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Why am I me and not you?

Some philosophy student was hanging out with me and my friends and I heard this question. Now it's hurting my god damn head and I have to study for a Calc III exam...-blam!-! So it went like this: [quote]Why am I me and not you? [/quote] And I said: chance, maybe a God(s), complex chemistry...no -blam!-ing clue [quote]"[Insert rambling about Jesus and our Lord and Savior here]"[/quote] ... [quote]just kidding[/quote] And then the subject matter changed, and then we got lunch, Earth continued on it's elliptical orbit around the Sun, etc. But then I thought about it..."why am I me and not you?". Why are we perceiving the world around us through the pair of eyes and ears through the body in which you are in [i]right now[/i] and not through let's say the person sitting behind you? Or why am I perceiving this life through a Human in the first place? Why not a lion, or some other alien on another planet? Why am I living in this time frame, in this century and not during the Roman Empire? Bloody hell...I think I'm rambling now...blah blah blah philosophy...

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  • To quote the late and great Bill Hicks - "We are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively." I believe... You have forgotten your old selves. These are not the first eyes you have seen through and they will not be the last. One day you will realize in a haze of deja vu that you recall some one asking you the same question you are now asking. You look in the reflection of the window and see your face. You are your friend and then it dawns on you, clarity. You stir from your sleep, vaguely remembering an odd dream of a past event, or maybe it hasn't happened yet? The dream fades as you look at your bedside alarm clock. The dream fades. You grumble at the prospect of your day and ready your body for work and routine. The dream fades. You come home tired and worn out. The dream is gone. You feel a tug at your soul as if a part of you is missing and yet there is contentment there all at once. You ready your body for slumber. The dream is here again. You're sitting behind yourself over hearing a conversation, "Why am I me and not you?"

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