This post will turn into a philosophical rambling because of the nature of subject matter.
It is something that terrifies me: to wake up and not know anything. To have lost my identity, my memories, my words, my thoughts. But then, having listened to Jill Taylor talk about how ‘freeing’ it was, can you really mourn the loss of something you don’t even recognize anymore? Maybe I wouldn’t panic if that happened because the ‘I’ that thinks of this scenario would not exist as it would be replaced by a blank.
“I had found a peace inside of myself that I had not known before. I had pure silence inside of my mind. Pure silence.”
My immediate reaction to having heard this statement was thinking back to The Gita. In one of the shlokas, it talks about how one should surrender all sense of self to God and only then can one attain peace. Is language irreligious then? Is it keeping us from living in that ‘la la land’? Is it depriving us of the simple joy of experiencing a beautiful sunrise? But then, just because one has the ability to describe emotion does it mean that one is not experiencing the emotion in itself? We can describe nature but we can’t experience it? Is the descriptive thought in my head not of the experience? What is it of, if not that?
I am confused and dazed and I would really like a trip to this ‘la la land’ without having to go to the ER .