existence

Earlier today, I twittered, “thinks that he knows what will happen with the world after his death as he does what is happening now in New Orleans. One can only assume.”

Recently, off and on, I have had this mobid fascination with what life would be like when I am dead. Today, though, that thought above passed through my mind. I visited New Orleans twice last year. I assume that it exists, because I plan on revisiting it next month. I can probably find ‘current’ images of the city somewhere on teh Interwebs. Yet, do I really know it exists? Do I even know my car exists, parked out on the street. Or that even the street exists? I can look out the window and see it. But, when I turn away, is it still there? Life is part perception, part memory, part experience, part education, and a whole lot of assumption. We assume a ton about our own existence, and the existence of others. As a collective, we probably can vouch for most of what we remember we perceive. We have a level of unchecked trust that what we perceived, or what we are told to expect to perceive, can be perceived again. Yet, what happens when perception ends?

I have never been concerned with an ‘after life’, since I believe one’s legacy, what imparts on other, the perception others have, is the after life. This planet exists only in the microcosm of my own perception. Can it exist without me perceiving it. One can only assume it will, based on what we perceive during life.

Maybe, this all comes about because I have a difficult time envisioning the future. that is a different conversation for a different day.