I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about identity, for the essay I've just finished. I was reading about how our identities are formed socially, that in some very real way we actually form each other's identities.
And then I was thinking, well, where does my identity stop and someone else's begin? Do I seep into other people and other things, like trees and mountains? Do they seep into me? (Yeah, I reckon)
Maggie and I were talking about this yesterday. She believes in past lives and was wondering if this strong feeling I have of working with clay prviously, if it's the memory of someone from another life, because it's so strong. I disagreed, but then we had this interesting conversation about the collective consciousness, hehe :) I do think we tap into each other, but I guess I just don't think it's that extra further step of actually "being" other people. But I definitely think that the essence of what she says, in how close we all are to each other, how we really are a Body of sorts, is much closer to the reality than the thing Christendom and science have handed down, this rational being whose mind is separate in some ways from its body and who is just sitting over here all by itself, thank you very much.
Even though my independence would prefer it that way sometimes :)
Anyway, blah blah blah. I've just written a post in your comments section :)
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I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about identity, for the essay I've just finished. I was reading about how our identities are formed socially, that in some very real way we actually form each other's identities.
And then I was thinking, well, where does my identity stop and someone else's begin? Do I seep into other people and other things, like trees and mountains? Do they seep into me? (Yeah, I reckon)
Maggie and I were talking about this yesterday. She believes in past lives and was wondering if this strong feeling I have of working with clay prviously, if it's the memory of someone from another life, because it's so strong. I disagreed, but then we had this interesting conversation about the collective consciousness, hehe :) I do think we tap into each other, but I guess I just don't think it's that extra further step of actually "being" other people. But I definitely think that the essence of what she says, in how close we all are to each other, how we really are a Body of sorts, is much closer to the reality than the thing Christendom and science have handed down, this rational being whose mind is separate in some ways from its body and who is just sitting over here all by itself, thank you very much.
Even though my independence would prefer it that way sometimes :)
Anyway, blah blah blah. I've just written a post in your comments section :)
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