The Most Unresolved Philosophical Question

philo1In a certain state of mind, I would call death, the other side of life. That division certainly conforms to what we are collectively taught: life in whatever form is somewhat corporeal, and as implied in my previous essays, perceivable. It’s not to say that life doesn’t exist beyond those boundaries, but as a finite being, my perceptions are limited by the constraints of that physicality, and unless I have some spiritual sensibilities, I would have to conclude that nothing exists.

Yet, I can’t deny, an inescapable “feeling” of a palpable invisible concentric existence that I dwell in. A place I can’t possibly envision or articulate, from this perspective. The closest way I can viscerally describe it is being blindfolded in a completely dark room. No sense of dimension of what surrounds me as I move.

The only two choices I have is either dismiss the “feeling” as a figment of my imagination and remain faithful to the physicality of life, or consider that although I may never be able to know the parameters of what I exist in. That something does exists. And I want to aspire to understanding it better.

Is it possible to accept the existence of another reality that I may never fully be capable of understanding from my present point of reference. Recognizing that perhaps death allows whatever I am that isn’t physical emerge and become solely part of that reality?