It is quite astounding how life, at the end of the day, is like an inner production of ours. Something that lives within us more so than it does without. I can give myself the priviledge of creating an event in my mind by using my imagination. I picture everything the way I wish and then declare "let this come into my life" After some time, when the necessary conditions are met, my wish then comes to materialize. So here I get to live out this self-created experience in flesh and bone. I have before me the fruits of my imagination and will. I have succeeded in materializing my wish so I am living it out. Like all things in life, this event comes to pass away with new events following up. But now this event that I managed to materialize has transferred over to my collection of memories. So it lives in memory and I can now relive it in my mind. We can only wonder what happens at the end of our lives and these recorded experiences. Could it be that perhaps we can replay our entire life whe it all is said and done? This also begs the question of where our lives originate from and the importance of living an inner sacred life. Could life really exist within us more so than it does outside us?
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 09:08:49 +0000
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