Since I was little I have always doubted that the world we live in is nothing but some kind of fantasy, because it doesn’t seem that we can somehow transcend what we see and what we feel. Later on this is semi-confirmed by what I learned about natural sciences, as we see and feel not with “eyes” or “skins” but with neurons that fires a million times a day in response to outside stimulation, which is somehow interpreted by “us” to be what we saw and felt. What remains unanswered is, who the interpreter is? Who am I? I closed my eyes trying to recollect my earliest memories, but there is nothing but a fleeting flash of disconnected images…
Certainly I have long abandoned that endeavor. The morning sun has the proclivity of casting away whatever doubts that we had the previous night about our existence and our lives. It feels good to be alive, so the saying goes. I guess there really isn’t anything that we can compare life with, because it is the full extent that we know, so we do not really know whether life is good or bad. But we still say that life is good. Maybe that is called faith. We all need a little faith to live, don’t we?
I invite you to read my blog and leave your comments or criticism; all is much appreciated.
Shanshan (a.k.a Helen)
