I’m The Man In The Box

Somehow, don’t ask me how, I found this video.

 

 

It’s Kabbalah, and I don’t know anything about it, nor do I care to get into it either.  I looked it up and saw levels and names and crap, so it instantly turned me off.  But, the thing in the video about the box with 5 inputs was a good analogy of what’s going on.

I’ve felt trapped.  Not trapped as in being in a life I didn’t choose, or like being with someone I don’t love (which is completely the opposite for me – I LOVE my life, I LOVE my beautiful wife, and I LOVE my beautiful children!), but trapped in the sense that I’m stuck inside this body with 5 senses as my only way to navigate and experience whatever it is that’s actually out there.

5 inputs is all I’ve got, and like this video shows, they’re all very specifically limited, and “I” never, at any time, am able to directly contact reality.  It’s always, I mean ALWAYS, filtered, dumbed down, and delayed.  It can be a very claustrophobic feeling if you think about it long enough.  I am in here, receiving inputs and reports on how things are out there from a very limited set of instruments.  Somehow I’m able to navigate this reality fairly well, which is amazing to me.  What else is out there that I cannot perceive?  Why can’t I step outside and just melt into all of it like I think I should be able to?  Why do I need this body to experience the reality at all?  It’s soooo limited in it’s perception.  Why am I stuck?  Why are we stuck?  What else is there, and why aren’t we allowed to “see”?

We try to investigate ourselves.  Who am I?  What am I?  What do we have to work with?  The mind?  The mind, conditioned by however many years of experience and programming and memory of what our senses have told us about our existence, seems incredibly ill-equipped for the task.  But what else is there?  You know that phrase “think outside the box”?  How cliche, but can you really do that?  The body’s the box.  The mind, as far as I know, is inside this box.  The mind is what does the thinking.  Thinking must occur inside the box.  You can’t escape it!  Of course there’s an “outside” the box, otherwise we wouldn’t need our senses to tell us about it.  Just what that is is a self-humbling mystery.  What I am is just as mysterious.

To put absolute meaning to any of this is so way out of my league.  Why are we here?  Where is here, and how can we know?  How can we really know anything at all?  What does that mean?  Like the sages have said, all we can really know for sure is we exist.  Actually, all that can be known for sure is that I exist.  I don’t know about all you other clowns.  Without me, you wouldn’t be here either.  Ha!  You’re welcome.  I exist, so you get to exist as well.  Down on your knees, you ungrateful bastards!  (No, really, I love you guys.  You know that, right?  Hello….?)