What Are We?
poem by:
John Prophet
Written
on Nov 04, 2016
We are just bags of meat and water. Then why the consciousness? Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabits our minds? Are our minds simply like a radio receiver collecting the signal/consciousness from some other realm? Where does it go after the meat and water fall apart? Does it fade into the ether never to be see again, or does it move on and inhabit another reality? Some will say they know the answer to that question, but they really do not. For my two cents, I think our consciousness came to our bodies from another reality and will move on to another when we die. Maybe I feel that way because it offers me some comfort, perhaps, but I don’t think so. No one knows for sure, but, I think it is a possibility.
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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
You ask a lot of interesting questions, not only in this poem. I like the fact that you give no dogmatic answers as if you had a hot line to the ultimate reality. I touch on similar conundra in these poems: Life Story; The dust or the wind; The Bare Infinitive
