Life is a never ending story. Sometimes you are in it, sometimes not, and then again there you are, adding to the story. Part of the story is humans wondering about life–where they came from, why they are here, were are they going, what’s the point of it, who did it, why was it done.
If humans did not have physical, mental, emotional needs, wants, desires, did not get attached, entangled, identified with people, places, things, were not indoctrinated, brainwashed, propagandized, did not have beliefs, faith, theories, theologies, philosophies, did not have opinions, biases, prejudices, likes, dislikes, did not call things good or bad, virtuous or vile, and did not have preferences, the story wouldn’t be worth reading, wouldn’t be entertaining.
From human’s perspectives, whether they continue after they die, is a mystery, perhaps imagination, perhaps true.
What am I?
You are part of the story of life.
Why?
Because without you life wouldn’t be as interesting, not nearly as entertaining.
Is the story about me?
Of course. Because your life is a chapter in the story, the story is about you too. The book of life is filled with chapters, with twists, turns, and mystery. Every conceivable drama, comedy, mystery, fantasy, plot, etc. is written into the many, many stories that are in the book of life. Sometimes you are mentioned in a brief sentence, and then gone, and sometimes you are the hero in an entire chapter, or a villan.
So what am I?
You are a character in a story. The character you are playing will be revealed as your story unfolds. You are life playing different characters. One life, many characters.
What’s left when a character dies?
Life is left. Life doesn’t die, but characters do.
All I see is the story and the characters playing their part, characters taking themselves seriously because they do not know they are life being characters in a story. Once a character awakens, and realizes it has been a character, its character changes, no more stress, anxiety, no more fear, much more relaxed and pleasant. An awake character may play fully engaged in the story, or become a mellow chapter, an easy-going, light-hearted carefree character spreading joy and cheer and good will wherever it goes, or poke fun for the fun of it at all human characters, whether they are asleep or awake. An awake character is grateful for the intelligences, IQ, wit and humor of the grand author of the book of life. Without the intelligence that is life, there would be no book.
How does life become all the characters?
That is part of the ever evolving story in the book of life. It’s a mystery shrouded in words like energy, intelligence, consciousness, awareness, observer. Just know, that even the highest intelligence, gods and angels themselves in the story of life, are “energy” temporary energy-forms, just awesome characters in the book of life.
Actors, or characters in The Book of Life are ME, but as characters, they have some free-will (within the bounds of their inherited traits, their ancestor’s experiences, knowledge, understanding and wisdom). It makes for a more interesting story, just like the stories you like that entertain you, or the movies you watch, or the video games you play. No one likes boring, especially not my actors.
You would be correct in saying that “I created, the dark and the light, the good and the evil, and that I do all things for my pleasure.” Kind of like you saying, you like adventure, challenge, risk, danger, gamble, pleasure and comfort.
You’re not much different than me, because you are me. How can I make anything that isn’t part of me. Can you make anything that you don’t know about, that you are not? Of course not. You do what you do because I do what I do because I am you and you are me (just keeping it simple).
The choice has never been no pain. With life comes pain. It’s the nature of creating. The other choice is no creation, period, nothing, zilch, non-existence, like the Buddhist aim for. They’re right. Non-existence is the only no pain in existence. On the other hand, if it exists, there’s pain, pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow. Try raising a kid without them. Good luck.
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