We did the fall part two on Monday. Interesting discussions. Lot of interesting ideas
were brought up. I liked the discussion
about mental slavery. Are we mentally
slaves to one another? Do our
relationships with other people make us slaves?
Now this really made me think.
What makes someone a slave? Is it
physical ownership? Or can one be a slave in a more emotional or mental
way? We go through life making friends
and forming relationships. And we do
things for our friends and our loved ones, because that’s what friends are for
right? We help each other even if don’t want to. But does the fact that we do these things for
them make us slaves to them? No. It makes us friends. Just because we help our friends doesn’t make
us slaves to them. They don’t own us and
we don’t own them. A slave is a person
who is owned by another person. However,
we are slaves to our minds. They own us,
and tell us what to do. The mind is an
interesting concept it’s so bizarre. But
it’s bizarre because it said it was bizarre… It tells us everything. It tells us things like “she’s a bitch,” and “that
guy is a total asshole.” It makes us
think that we are the most important person in the whole damn universe. But should i trust it? Am I really the most important? Or am I just thinking that because I can’t be
in the mind of other people? And What
Factors determine superiority? Looks?
Job? Personality? But none of it really
matters. Because in my mind I am the
most important being in all of the universe.
I am the “chosen one” in my mind.
My mind is the master of my own little universe.
“We are all slaves to our minds. They own us and tell us what to do.”
ReplyDeleteBut why do you talk about your mind as if it’s not you? Who is wrote this blog entry if not your mind? If you are your mind, and your mind is the master of your “own little universe”, then really you must be the master of your own little universe.
But that can’t be right, because things probably happen to you all the time that you wish wouldn’t have happened, or at least wish would have happened differently. If reality is what you make it, then why isn’t it better?
I think what your blog points to is the ignorance we have of our own minds. When I think of “mind” I tend to see a weird little picture of a brain, but my mind (or are there only brains, no minds?) never told me anything about residing up in my head. I had to learn that from outside sources.
Plus with addictions, disturbing dreams, and subconscious desires, my mind seems to have a lot it is hiding from me. But if I were forced to label my conscious and unconscious self according to “slave” and “master”, I wouldn't be sure how to do it.