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I'm of the opinion that many have no active monologue going on in their heads during their day to day lives.

i.e. I'll be actively 'talking' to myself- my interlocutor -about what's going on around me or any other given topic. I also genuinely believe that many don't. The majority of the world are soulless; the walking dead- never attaining any degree of consciousness except that derivative of the sensory.

It's a sad and highly dispiriting view, but I've seen little to contradict it.

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sterbo

The distillation -
Most people are simply 'walking illiterates'...

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dedbr

I am getting old sterbo, your already there......
I can't remember what the name of the book was, but it was about enlightenment and understanding. It was something like "All life lives in the river" I think. I'd like to read it again with the tempering of age and see how I feel about it......

It ended up that all the rivers talk if you will listen, so I suppose that would go for any water........But I guess you know about that song, huh sterb?


Some Where In Ded Land............

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sterbo

I told my son that just the other day and he shook his head and told me I was crazy. LOL,
so between the both of you, I'm old and crazy
I kinda like that.
"Arriving again at the river he had crossed, Siddhartha stares into the water, ashamed of what he has become. He feels lost, since there is nowhere left to go.
He had lived amongst the people, became a lover and a merchant, yet this path was a dead end. What shall he do now? Clutching a tree at the water's edge he decides that the only solution is to drown himself, thus putting an end to his misery. The songbird of his dream returns to memory, and he thinks the bird is his inner essence that has died. He had been pure before in his youth, but had come to live a life contradicting that, a life filled with sin and excess. All values seem to be lost, and Siddhartha realizes how arrogant he has been. All along he had ridiculed everyone else, but he has become one of them himself.
Considering himself to be a failure, the old man prepares to fall down beneath the water, pausing to see his reflection staring up from the river's surface.
While seeing this reflection of himself in the water, Siddhartha utters the old word Om. Just as he had an awakening on the other side of the river before going to Samsara, he awakens again, and all thoughts of suicide cease.
He realizes that these thoughts only follow the same childhood path he had followed before as the Brahmin's son and as a Samana, to destroy his Self by simply destroying his body. But the Self is not in his physical body, and neither is the Atman he wanted to understand. Suicide would accomplish nothing. Exhausted by this revelation, Siddhartha falls into a deep sleep, laying there at the foot of the tree near the water.
Feeling as if he has been reborn into another life, he awakens hours later.
In one day he has already drastically changed from the person he had been in Samsara; he recalled the word Om, the unity of Brahman the creator, and begun to find his peace.*
Sweet lullaby, yea...



*HESSE