Have to add that what I was talking about, contemplating the I -- not looking in the mirror, which is more the "me" I think -- isn't spooky because it isn't me, it's definitely me, or rather I, and maybe it's spooky because it IS I.
I've been trying to recreate that experience and haven't been able to. I did get into it briefly yesterday. That's what made me aware of the spookiness of it.
Just tried it again. The late afternoon sun on the desk, dappled sun because of all the trees out the window, creates an aching feeling for some reason, a sort of sadness. Existential sadness I want to say. I've noticed this phenomenon many times, simple natural phenomena provoking such specific feelings. It seems to make no sense. There's no content to it, but the feeling is there. Just from the sunlight, nothing else. I look at the sunlight, the feeling is there; I look away, the feeling goes away. So strange. Anyway, I stopped and tried to look at the I that is experiencing that aching feeling. And I got a little feeling of the spookiness.
But I still can't say any better why or what it is.
Your taking as close a glimpse into eternity as one can. You are looking at you looking at you looking at you. Perpetual you.
This is, of course, assuming that you are perpetual. I cannot say I have ever felt that sense of myself when looking in a mirror.
Which any person will do if they permit the self-examination that tends from the act
You find self-reflection while gazing at yourself in a mirror?
We spend a lot of our time escaping ourselves and to look into ones own eyes allows no escape from yourself.
Well I have found no answer for the tendency to escape from life by looking in a mirror since, to me, this is simply another escape of sorts. Deep introspection, for myself, is not found by simply examining oneself, however deeply, but by observing oneself through interaction with others.
No place to run or hide. One must look away. Looking at a dead spirit is looking at death. It is spooky. Or looking at an alive spirit which is still a sinner. For sin is ugly
This is only a problem if you have a mindset that forces you to view the world as such. For myself, there is no such supernatural fear driving my reflection of myself. Sin is a connotation that extends beyond the actual wrong that is descibed by the sin. Not all sins are black and white and many are of far greeater complexity than simply being a violation of some ancient injunction against such behaviour.
It is not spooky in the least unless you assign a belief to frame it so in your mind. I find it sad that such is your lot in life and I cannot personally share your fear of the world.
Dear Mrs Chown, Ignore your son's attempts to teach you physics. Physics isn't the most important thing. Love is.
John.14.9 springs to mind: Iano said to her â€œHave I been with you so long, and you still do not know me, Schraf?
Althought I could see why you could be somewhat confused. Sure, this sinful flesh (sinful mind operating through the vehicle of the body) IS a thorn in my side. Can't wait to be shot of it. Won't be long now (in a relative sense)
How I view myself is irrelevant however. I am more concerned with how he views me (innocent and beloved as it happens - hard and all as it is for you to believe that). You know how kids are...