Dunfield 1
Christopher Dunfield
Knapp
English 1A
02/17/2013
I AM...
Who am
I? What I mean by this is who am I beneath all these attachments,
beneath my name, beneath my family, separate from my ego identity?
Surely me being born elsewhere, raised in a different family, exposed
to a different culture, and given a unique education, I would still
be ME. So what is it that
eludes definition yet at the very same time unites us all? What is it
that gives us our sense of individuality? Some people spend their
whole lives searching for this answer trying to find something to
validate their own existence or for something that sets them aside
from one another. With constant focus on external senses we as humans
forget to look inside; often we are so caught up in egotistical self-
centeredness and materialism we lose all connection to each other,
and thus to ourselves. As we know now we project our consciousness
onto others, creating flaws in them that really reside in ourselves.
In the same way, without knowing anyone else you hardly know
yourself. Without relationships between each other we would be
without experience, without knowledge of self. For what can be
perceived if there is only one?
By separating oneself from everyone else they only create the illusion of individuality; a misconception that furthers the anxiety, depression, and mental psychosis we see running rampant in today's society. If one is continuously fed the Ptolemaic perception of self given to us by culture, they lose all sense of connectivity to life. Behind this illusions, you are nothing but pure consciousness, infinite in potential and only hindered by the limitations of your own self. Binding all life on earth is the only reality, a pervading sense of I AM, or consciousness that courses through all of life, from plant to man; through thoughts I define and create my reality. By internal mental change, all of external life changes in response; thoughts create my reality, but, you are not thought, you are the Source of though, the perceiver There is a saying, “The sounds of the rain needs no translation,” and in the same way what you are cannot be quarantined by definition of words, it can only be perceived.
By separating oneself from everyone else they only create the illusion of individuality; a misconception that furthers the anxiety, depression, and mental psychosis we see running rampant in today's society. If one is continuously fed the Ptolemaic perception of self given to us by culture, they lose all sense of connectivity to life. Behind this illusions, you are nothing but pure consciousness, infinite in potential and only hindered by the limitations of your own self. Binding all life on earth is the only reality, a pervading sense of I AM, or consciousness that courses through all of life, from plant to man; through thoughts I define and create my reality. By internal mental change, all of external life changes in response; thoughts create my reality, but, you are not thought, you are the Source of though, the perceiver There is a saying, “The sounds of the rain needs no translation,” and in the same way what you are cannot be quarantined by definition of words, it can only be perceived.
On a more shallow note, however, in this here and now,
I am Chris, an easy going student. I love nature, the ocean, and
wildlife, probably from growing up in Hawaii. I try my best to be
thoughtful and considerate of others and their feelings, and am
pretty sensitive myself. Sometimes, my sensitivity gets the best of
me and I'll catch myself over analyzing simple things or wrongly
perceiving others. I enjoy outdoor activities, attending concerts and
festivals, making jewelery, cooking, and relaxing with friends. I
have a twin brother, through this I have learned how to better share
and get along with my peers. This is my 5th
semester at Cabrillo College if you count summer semester, and I plan
to transfer to a UC with a general degree or possibly and associates
in Sociology. I am here to enjoy life and create relationships that
further my personal growth and that of others.
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