Logically Speaking

Why do I believe in some things that many people find illogical or fantastical? It's quite simple really. It makes sense to me.

Example

Reincarnation: Why wouldn't souls get recycled back into other bodies? That makes more sense than souls living in infinite time and space, where possibly time and space no longer exist. I believe in the soul and that souls are recycled, but not as a whole. Meaning, I believe souls exit the body and mingle with other souls before returning to a new body. This explains how a continuous production of "new" identities is maintained. After all, there is nothing "new" in this world, just the commingling of thought, space, and time in an infinite number of arrangements. I think this also explains déjà vu. When you feel like you have been in a particular instance before, you likely have. Only, it was a piece of you in another body, at another time.

I do not believe in this because I have direct experience with recycled souls. Though I often feel that I've lived before, I couldn't say where any more than I could say as whom. However, perhaps this is where unexplained fears arrive. I'm deathly afraid of being confined (both literally and figuratively), and while I can understand my figurate fear, the literal fear has no situation linked to it (that I know of). It is possible that the figurative has manifested itself into physical form, but considering I remember being claustrophobic at a young age (only literally) with no root for such feelings, I'm not entirely sure the two are related.

Back to the original statement of believing in something without direct experience. I believe it because it makes sense. It simply works in my mind and does not have any trouble fitting into my headspace. I don't have to worry about it or fight with the notion, it just is (to me). I think that's all that matters. If I believe it so, it is (for me), and it does not matter if it is "right" or "correct." I don't think you can apply those words to such beliefs at all. It's silly to think you're right and everyone else is wrong when dealing with esoteric principles.

What really fuses my belief is the fluidity in which these thoughts slide around in my brain. I don't tend to believe in anything (fact or not) unless I see it and experience it for myself. If you tell me that 2+2=4, I won't think you are lying, but I need to see (for myself) that it is indeed true. Even if I have the idea that it is or that you would know whether or not it is (true), I still need to witness it for myself in order to be 99% sure. I don't think anything is 100%, or permanent. Perhaps math is, but then again, some math is based on an infinite scale, so I'm not sold there either. There is always possibility for change, even if it's the tiniest wisp. The possibility might be like a door that is locked. Perhaps you can't get through, but it is still a way out. Yes, you can argue that a locked door is not a way out, but a door, by definition, is a movable barrier. Already it is a conundrum, so the possibility (even if it's only a mirage of such) remains, despite its locked state.

So if I'm able to believe something without the need for proof, then I take it seriously and accept it as true (to me). My curious nature adores questioning, arguing, and wondering, but when an idea fits seamlessly into my thoughts, as rare as it is, I can accept it as a logical truth.



*photo credit to the illusions gallery*

I lock my door upon myself,
and throw away the key.
Here I sit in stockinged feet
rimmed by intimité.

Swathed in notes conceding to
the room's vitality,
Ever keeping an ear perked
for my mortality.


*currently I am reading Spook by Mary Roach. It's both whimsical and thought-provoking.