I have been thinking about the conception of life itself since I was at the ages enough of to be considered as an adult. The great questions of the great philosophers: What is life? What are we doing here? Are we going anywhere?
At the exact point where I came so far, I think that we are creating unreal, mystic shells over the naked real things in life by making up stories comprised of virtual connections between the feelings and the events and the materials in our lives and considering those stories as our personal particular meanings of life. We are always the main characters of those stories. Actually, I am searching the book stores in these days for finding the books, which I can easily understand, about evolutionary psychology. I think the answer is there, in the evolutionary psychology. Something in our evolution motivated our brains to think in this way: Create subjective relations between things. Look, see but don't believe in or realize the sad reality. Imagine the death: We are looking at the dead bodies on and under the ground, watching them becoming into the soil but most of us telling stories about these dead human beings' souls are not dead, the only dead things here are the rotten corpses. The souls are eternal, etc. What is the basis of this belief? We just don't want to feel the cold death. Knowing that one day you will disappear permanently frightens us and our brain starts to create a complex myth to give us hope. And the life goes on...
We are creating those illusions as a protective manner. We locate ourselves in the centre of the universe, consider everything, every animal, plant, planet, galaxy, river, sea, mountain, simply everything is created to serve us. What a selfish approach! And unrealistic. And sick, especially when you open up your eyes and try to see the reality that we are technically not much more different from a bacteria colony. Who says a human has a seperated soul and a body? Who says we will live after death? Who says there will be angels or demons around us in the eternal life after death?
I wish I was born 10 thousand years later.