I always assume that my brain is structured in a way that at least 5% of people could relate to my general thought processes, but it turns out that some of my experiences of being a human are really just a “me” thing. I’ve often told myself that I’m just like everyone else, and that all of my personality traits are explainable by a mishmash of stereotypes and systemic influences. But I guess there’s more to it than that, and I’ve been selling myself a bit short.
When I was a kid, I had this weird though process of the idea of “souls”, but then like if my “soul” is made of similar “essense” as other people’s “souls”, then whats the diffence between “me” and other people who also have this concept of “me”. Like, are we all part of this one giant entity from which all “souls” derive from? Or do our souls just spontsneously exist without any origin/source. And why am I this souls, but not the other souls?
Okay I probably make zero sense, right? Yea, I never really talked to anyone about this. Existence makes no fucking sense. Why am I experiencing existence through this body, but not another body?
Maybe The Egg is the secret to the universe that
weI haven’t realized yet.