Some Reflection on the Reflection of the Life
Diving into this world is the deeply existential experience which must be done in a continually single breath. Looking at around, nothing we have really done. Human being is a piece of thread, incidentally, sewing the reality without any precise knowledge. Actually we do not have anything except our identities which we hold on and on, with which all are correlated one another. If we try to force them to be naked, we will see nothing, nothingness, and undoubtedly we are suddenly shocked.
The life lives in our breath although we only realize that we live in the life. Supposed that we really scrutinize the past thoroughly, it is possible enough that we cannot all the time find the moment in which we did agree to be thrown in the life. It is noteworthy that the life bequeaths the life itself for us. Even if we hold the hindsight about the tragedy when we were born, we feel too difficult to understand clearly the reason of the life. We, to date, are positioned, consciously or unconsciously, to keep walking, running, hiding, punching, doing everything with which we are built-in.
All human activities are restraint for human being himself. Considering the space and time as the old friends, human being is staring at the existence, depicting past-present-future, telling the condition, and contemplating free will. The life, as if it were what it is, is assumed as the thing human being can control, define, describe, and undergo. The absolute freedom is grounded on the massive illusion which must be understood of the illusive lawyers themselves. We locate our consciousness condition onto the pathway of the unconsciousness. The time immediately seems like something familiar to our strange unconsciousness.
We want to see the happiness as a tool for us to keep surviving, to complete our fragile existence since the world has been too late to be the bizarre locus which thwarts the primary identity which we construct and reconstruct, which dissect our intact continuum which we dismally affirm. The sequential experiences which we bring really bring us to many empty signposts. We are overly going to write them by ourselves, with the totality of our existence, the sequence of our experiences, the array of our breaths, in order that we fundamentally believe in our identity, the signpost itself which reflects the empty signposts.
The body of human being is not the subject, but only a thing which works in a mechanical process. Likewise, the consciousness of human being is one of the devices which always strives to vivify the hope, revivify the opaque steps, and only human being can be aware of the unconsciousness of himself. The self reaffirms the self itself, reconciles its pieces, and heeds its disarrayed chunk. It is very unsurprising that human being is the location of the self to bridge two chasms for keeping the essence of the existence.
Psychologically, abstractly, we unexpectedly look at a mirror that we are only a reflection of another, something coming from the middle of nowhere. Afterwards, we shiver, even if we have arguably demonstrated that we are we, we are the consistent identities, in the self-connecting world which we still understand as the bizarre locus. The mirror contains as well as absorbs ourselves, human beings acting haphazardly, no matter how bravely we reject, throw, or hammer the exceedingly great refusal onto the mirror. We are not we. We really realize it slowly.
But no! We are we. We keep continuing struggling to swear in the front of the mirror to pickily proclaim the primordial affirmation. When hanging around to attempt to find the authentic self, human being is merely trapped in the moment, the moment telling nothing. Eventually however human being tries to escape from the moment, (s)he cannot, the feet are bound on the strict ground. In this moment, human being knows that the knowledge of the world is only a piece of nothingness. In the end of the unending discovery, human being has to do the silence of Wittgenstein. Or, (s)he only knows the mirror of the nothingness.
Finally, human being unreasonably understands that diving into this world is the deeply existential experience which must be done in a continually single breath. Looking at around, nothing we have really done. Human being is a piece of thread, incidentally, sewing the reality without any precise knowledge.[]