My mind tends to wander like a stray sheep, lost from its path and its flock.
The religious traditions helps me get back on track. Of course, I am not trying to present this fact as a proof of anything - I just try to describe it as I see it.
To me, it feels like an ancestral memory condensed into one storyline, a series of parables, a film of vivid mental imagery that just comes naturally, without reasoning. Maybe, like a map of what it is to be a "societal" human - what one has to do to avoid decadence. Not even one's own, but of one's bloodline as well.
History is good for this purpose as well.
At least, I can definitely say these things, whether they're true or not, are a vehicle for me to not just consume meaningless content all day… you know what I mean?
And I wonder. If these immaterial things are capable of guiding us consistently, making us feel something, changing the way we experience something… Are they not a sense in some way? I am probably explaining this poorly, I kinda forgot how I phrased this in my head days ago.
It's a deeply personal understanding, though. Just random thoughts!
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