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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wkYQeGJErE&ab_channel=LisaO%27Neill-Topic

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(author's note: this feels impractical - better preface it as fiction.)

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                I

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There’s something to the realization

That our suffering is not unique,

That our happinesses are impersonal,

That this is not designed

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Solely

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For the backs of our experience -

For the exclusive extrapolation

Of our singularly distinct

Perspective.

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                II

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The thing about consciousness,

Is that it commands the world to be perceived

Through its singular, and centralized

Lens.

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To be conscious, is an individualistic state;

It exists incumbent upon the individual.

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We are always at the center of the universe,

The world always unfolds around us,

The dream always concerns,

Most prominently, us and us alone - 

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We are always at center within the story.

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                III

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There is no disputing this; 

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It is so subjective

So as to be objective:

Consciousness commands

To be centered before the world.

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Cogito ergo sum: 

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I think therefore I am -  

The world is as it is 

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Because I am able to perceive it.

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IV

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But … and here is the abstract notion,

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There is something to realizing

That we all exist in this way - that we are all

Variate lenses, all watchers

Keeping diversified record

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In our various, experiential states:

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As synchronized, ephemeral cameras

Protracting what we perceive - 

Bildungsroman, womb to tomb - 

Around the orbit of our lifetimes.

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V

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It as an abstract way to see ourselves;

It is an abstract way to see others:

To superimpose experiences

As perceptive representations

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Interacting with the near exact same things

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Within disparate moments of time.

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We are not so different. People are not as distinct

As they make themselves out to be, not as separate

Or distant, or unpredictably divergent

As so many of us seem to think.

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There is a collectivity to our uniqueness,

There are unifying factors.

And those are the ones, I feel 

Especially, that are worth

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Paying

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A profound

Attention to.

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