Submersibles

Submersibles

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What is this phantasmal submersion that i find myself in? 

It must be because i am the world and yet i am not. We are the world and yet we are not. We are a world, and yet we are not the planet. We are not the forests or the jungles. Or the Lakes and oceans. Or even the meadows and grasslands. 

I am not you. You are not me.

We are points of conscious living stuff, that are separated, just out of the surface of our skin, by distances until the next thing of this planet. And that thing, whatever it is, outside of our skin, is not ourselves. It is something else entirely. 

You. You are something else entirely. You are another world. Your breaths will be taken in paces that mine will not. You feet will make steps in places that mine cannot. 

Your eyes will see different things, your ears will hear different things. Your mouth, almost undoubtably will speak different things, that mine will not. Wont it? 

Maybe the same in some paces, and certain places. But undoubtably there will be differences... and those differences are the vast and ornate construct that create the unique signatures of a soul. A soul that is but a vessel of an experience. Making complex and multi-faceted the meaning of the word spoken - the world. 

You are you. And you are a Another world. Unto me, who is a world looking that could be wonderstruck by the differences for eons. And thats where i lie submerged. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~       I am Submersed   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~               

We are ourselves. And as ourselves, simply human, we are the most complex organism on earth.

But even with my vast complexity, i could not instantaneously know all the contents of the planet other than myself. I could not even instantly know the contents of myself. Or You. 

It would take me years of study, and observation. postulation, and verification. 

Repostulation and further confirmation. 

For me to "know", something, somethings, anything... 

And then without these things, i soon find myself in the dark.  

Or worse, i would not find any illumination to even know that i have begun in the dark, and that i had need to seek to uncover life. Lost without knowing there was a map. 

Ignorant without knowing there was knowledge. 

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But say i did seek to seek answers. And never would stop seeking answers. 

How long would i be, to be seeking the answers of my world? How long would i, could i; raise my head through my own submersion? How many fathoms up are there of things that i do not know or fully understand?  

Maybe raising my head would feel something like an endless journey...

Never not to find one more vast distance, that lies above my understanding. 

My neck muscles get tired, and i would have to stop for awhile and rest my simple frame of mind. Just a two pair ocular set of observation units. Allowing for circular window into the universe. It could only do so much. And I wouldn't call it much. But what I'm looking at is. Everything is much. 

Say i raised my head for years and years. Like the Sun, dawning on the earth, illuminated day. Lift my torch day after day. For Weeks, into months, and on after into years. To study the scripture of the world, written sometimes clearly, sometimes cryptically upon its walls. Study study study, until the day was done.. and the night had come. Only to rest and rise again.  

Even then i don't think i would ever have been able to cover it all. In fact, after light years of travel, eons of study,.. i think the vast majority of the content of the world would still be left in the distances described before. Beyond my reach. Left to some other intelligence that might cross it, other than my own. A weeping pity... 

But maybe with all my trails, and documentation. My tribulations and 

I would come to master some amount of myself. And knowledge of my world. And maybe that knowledge would be enough. Maybe i would pass it on to others, and in doing so, advance even more  knowledge than that of which i had gathered in all my days. If that were the case, how could i say that anything that i learned of was of waste? 

To say that i was another rung in the ladder, of worldwide domination. A solider of the human race, fighting in a expanse of particular time for the embitterment of the miracle we call planet earth. The ladder so far has reached all the way to upper most parts of the sky! To outer space! To the moon and beyond! No joke, we have reached so far into the heights of this world, that heights ceased to be a height. How crazy is that?  

Us Human souls! that started out with Stick shovels and grass seeds. Rock hammers and animal bone saws. 

Maybe i would be a rung in a ladder so great that i would even reach you. 

That other world, besides my own.  

Whose steps takes it to different places, and heart beats at different paces. 

The vindication of my knowledge, knowledge of the world, knowledge of myself and others, seems to me to be a necessity rather than an option. 

That’s the basic thought anyway....

Otherwise, how else would i ever be free of My own Submersion?