The Contiguous Being

imagine being so contiguous in your life, that there is no true awareness of a past or a present. yes, you have memories, but there is no true reflection other than the reflection of events and perhaps current understanding, but no insight that is not in full allegiance to that which was felt during the original experience.

imagine being so single minded in your existence that the voice of conscience was repressed and your sense of watching yourself was not in your locus. you were simply in action. no watching.

imagine that to have a conscience would be a dissociative event. there would be no abilty to distiguish that conscience from the feeling of being pervaded upon by some other force or conscience.

imagine being able to sit day after day, night after night, moment after moment in rain, cold, destitution, because your only consciousness was of th emoment and the full weight of the reality that if you were to do nothing, you would continue to suffer. the only suffereing you experienced was the suffering of the current moment. and so, you could endure the unendurable, for a seemingly unending amount of time, because for you, it was nothing more than a moment in time. for you it was nohting more than the fractional, infinitesimally small moment of "present" with no accounting for the instant moment or moments that had just passed, nor, event a momentary realization that in another infinitessimally small margin of time there was a future, that held the same degree of suffering.

imagine being old, and no reflection on having been young, or how much time had passed because, for you, there was only present.

the fantasy is that such beings would be wise. the reality is taht there are millions of such beings presently alive and they are anything but wise. they are simply humans that are alive.