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But even if you could communicate with the sun, why would the sun want to communicate with you? A little flesh blob filled with those gross heavier elements instead of much nicer hydrogen and helium?
This is something I've never understood about all this woo pseudo-pagan "mother gaia" type stuff, why would the earth itself, or the sun or universe or whatever, care about a single tiny person within it?
But the sun does communicate with me. Everytime I look at it, my eyes burn terribly. This is the sun communicating to me that it does not wish to be directly observed
They are perfectly happy ascribing them a number of other superhuman and supernatural abilities. Why not the superhuman ability to care?
I guess it just confuses me, because it's one thing to ascribe superhuman traits to an invisible deity, entirely another to give them to an actual, tangible object we can interact with and know a lot about.
it'd be like caring about a single cell on your skin
I haven't completely decided where I land on this, but I believe something of this sort. I believe God is the universe itself, or perhaps "just" the earth. God doesn't care about any of us individually, but by (re)incarnating itself in each of us, it gets to experience our lives. Our triumphs and struggles, our joys and sorrows. It gets to experience all of history, first hand. God can't experience heartbreak, but can create a pathetic being who can and then insert itself into it.
I think consciousness is probably a result of our brains manipulating an as yet undiscovered quantum field, and it's this mechanism that enables (re)incarnation. When you die you simply return to the field, the same way a wave returns to the ocean after it crashes on the shore. The wave no longer exists, but the energy it contained disperses to make other waves.
I dunno, I don't have any answers here. I know I sound ridiculous and that's fine, just giving my two cents.
You've put to words very well what I've felt strongly for a while now, that we are all the same liquid decanted into different containers, the same light refracting into different prisms
how much do any of us think about the cells of our own body? must be rough, being a skin cell in the fingertip
Panpsychism is a kind of cosmic horror mythos.
I think the idea is that the magical force - the earth, the sun, the universe, god, whatever - cares about every single tiny person and every single tiny being, so yes of course it cares about you too.
I think the preponderance of the evidence suggests that nobody gives much of a fuck about anyone else, let alone any magical forces caring about everyone and everything.
I'd like to think that ineffable something that can be glimpsed at the heights of love, ecstasy, psychedelics, etc, is a kind of magical force that could affect change through the power of tremendous collective care.