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Losing one's identity, the apex of the unspeakable

Losing one's identity, the apex of the unspeakable Losing one's identity, the apex of the unspeakable
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Suddenly he felt a terror greater than any Form could have inspired in him - a terror he could not escape because it was part of himself. ...] Beyond the final gate, he now understood in a flash of destructive fear that he was not one person but many. [...]

Elsewhere, in a chaos of worlds whose monstrous multiplicity and in the end threw him to the brink of madness, there was a confused and innumerable crowd of beings who, he knew, were just as much himself as that self in which he was now present [...].

No death, no death sentence, no extreme anguish can compare to the excess of despair that overwhelmed him at the thought of having lost his identity. To sink into nothingness opens up a peaceful oblivion, but to be aware of one's existence and to know, however, that one is no longer a being distinct from other beings - that one no longer has a self - this is the unspeakable summit of terror and agony.

On a metaphysical level, premonitions of quantum Multiverse...

But even in this singular instant, aren't we a thousand different people. We are herded about by our emotions, opinions we are certain of appear to have the backing of solid rationality. Yet there are so many opinions I have that were swayed by my emotional state.

I noticed, on second viewing, that my dislike for a movie might have been due to a case of heartburn.

So how can we be totally sure of the validity of our likes and dislikes? How can we be sure of our rationale for decisions when emotions cloud sound decisions?

By jcorley769 | 09/02/2020

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