Through my life I have come to have certain ideas about my existence and the universe in which that existence appears to be happening. At times I feel like the only mind that is actually real, my solipsistic streak, when coincidences seem too strange and unlikely to be occurring. That feeling fades when I wonder about existing in an amazingly complex simulation, maybe I am just supposed to feel like I exist. Either way I am amazed by life experience, the timing of it and what seems like the incredible unlikelihood that my parent’s parent’s parents would meet and each generation after them in just the way they did, giving me my unique DNA. I rely on science to inform me about the world I seem to exist in and if this is a solely material experience, science would have amazed me more than almost anything else. I view it as the closest thing to magic that must exist. The feeling of love also amazes me, although there are times where its seems like just a biological trick being played on a social animal. For practical purposes I try to implement some Stoic and Buddhist practices into my life but remain secular in my thinking. Consciousness is strange, wonderful, challenging, painful and I believe ultimately, impermanent. I am learning appreciate it more with each passing day. I hope to still exist to see this letter again.
“Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.” – Alan Watts