Where are you?
Not where you’re located on Earth, rather.
But where do you place yourself in your body?
I had this visceral feeling when I had my wisdom teeth removed - like this thought that came to me a couple days afterwards "Everything below me hurts."
And that got me thinking! Like…where am I? Where do I perceive myself as beginning in this body and what forms that bit of existence? I had this sudden image of like…sitting in a little chair behind my eyes and above my mouth, pulling strings to make everything move. I was also on painkillers but I mean hey when else are you going to have fun thoughts?
Admittedly I’m someone with dysphoria, so that connection to one’s self is already a little muddled, but I’m curious about other people’s view of themselves. Some people I’ve talked to have agreed that they’re in their body somewhere, and other’s have said that they feel that their body is them!
Idk. Whatcha all think?
(Also like I dunno I think the brain being self-aware of it’s own existence is super super cool)
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You’re literally a brain piloting a bone mech with meat armor. Enjoy the ride it doesn’t last forever.
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I am an observer of the human who is the primary observer of Wild.
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Eeeek okay that’s freaky to think about
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Wow, this was not the train of thought I needed to fall into at 2:30 am when I’m trying to go to sleep
Brb, having an existential crisis before bed 
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The humanoid piloting me is stationed beneath my sternum
I can’t say in this company.
There is no true I. There is only us. I am me and I am you. This is a shared experience. Brain/ego forms the I. Transcend the body (but do not forget about it).
So my name is you and your name is me, so who is us ? the op ? 
You’re the tip of the iceberg, until conditions extend awareness to what’s below the surface.
Names are a product of ego. We are all one being. The brain/body allows for us to have simultaneous and differing experiences.
Put the pipe down or pass it.
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lol… I don’t do drugs, really, aside from an occasional beer. Hallucinogens are always far too intense for me.
Good grief, people. We have
two off topic lounge threads now in GD
an off topic section
and a whole Lounge section which has off topic posts…
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We connect to our bodies in another dimension, where our spirit resides. I believe it’s somewhere near the heart.
This is why whenever something that truly affects your soul, causes you to feel it right in your heart. It’s an unexplainable feeling. Especially at the extreme download rates. When you experience an extremely tragic and painful loss, your soul learns so much, that your “heart” almost hurts. But it’s not your heart, it’s like, behind it, but not physically behind it, behind it in another dimension… Your soul. If you have felt it, you know what I mean. It’s not in my brain or my mind. Something is YANKING on my freaking CHEST.
You live and die in many bodies, many life times. You learn both ends of every spectrum. You are bad, and you learn, and you are good, and you learn again. Eventually you are all knowing. You know all consequences and appreciate every single thing. Every blade of grass and flower, every life, every voice. Even ones lashing out and hurting you, even killing you, you don’t even fight back.
Think Jesus Christ level patience and understanding… That’s what you become eventually, before you move on and can be given full power to transcend to the next phase of existence for our souls.
This has to happen. Imagine giving a newborn baby the power to destroy the entire universe with a mere thought… We would all cease to exist the moment he didn’t see his momma. The soul has to learn before it can be given it’s true power.
That’s why we have to keep doing this crap. That’s why we have bad people and good people and it always seems like there are just as many bad people as good people. No one is really bad, all can be forgiven and will. Nothing is permanent in this life. But our souls are eternal.
That’s where I’m at with it.
Somewhere betwixt the hippocampus and prefrontal cortex. Yesterday, I was stuck in the lateral sulcus
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I live in the refrigerator nomming all your amazing delectable victuals and shouting “ZHuuuuul!”
