Phil’s Day off
Everyone knows this word, but who REALLY knows what it means? What is a conscious? Where are they from? Why are some people seemingly missing one? This was my main question of inquiry in my original blog post.
For my Phil’s Day Off, I spent my time with Ami. We drove to Chilliwack (where I moved from last year) to visit some of my old friends. We decided to use the drive out as our uninterrupted time to think about our metaphysical questions. Ami created a playlist of relaxing music to make up for the fact that we couldn’t speak to each other for an hour. Near the beginning, I was started to get bored. I didn’t like the songs she was playing which was starting to put me in the very opposite of relaxed. It started to get me thinking about how ungrateful I was being, and how many people would love to be able to drive out and enjoy the freedom that I am blessed with.
The 17th century French philosopher René Descartes proposed the notion of “cogito ergo sum” (“I think, therefore I am”), the idea that the mere act of thinking about one’s existence proves there is someone there to do the thinking.
Descartes also believed the mind was separate from the material body — a concept known as mind-body duality — and that these realms interact in the brain’s pineal gland. Scientists now reject the latter idea, but some thinkers still support the notion that the mind is somehow removed from the physical world.
So I took a different approach, something that I wouldn’t usually do. I reevaluated the situation, and remembered why I was here. Why we are where we are in that exact moment in time, and how weirdly satisfying being able to drive was. How satisfying is was being happy, and sad, or any other emotion. What are emotions? Where do they come from? Why can I see the sky and the stars, or smell the air freshener in my car, why can I taste the stale water in my mouth from my water bottle? Where does water come from?
I had so many questions about life, life in general. About how things work, and where they come from… why we have them. This left me with another main question… Why me?
Not just me, why us. Us as humans, us as mammals, us as things that reside on this weird planet.