dissociation

 Do we like to associate with our body and earthly living or dissociate from it?

It is a question of whether or not we want to take responsibility for stepping outside of our minds?

For an infant outer world is a hard place to be. Cold and harsh, so shocking that it makes the infant cry.

Like the guilt of passage through the birth canal was not an enough remorseful decision and it must have been carried with this painful consequence.

But soon the skin thickens and the warm embrace of mother makes the effort worthwhile. Funny how the choice of separation was carried by the thirst for unification. 

Some say a price to pay for the first sin.

The constant pull from the outside makes the price look like a pleasure to pay.

But for what?

For a moment to be stretched in time

A feeling of immortality, living for eternity

I hate it when it comes to this but a reason for choosing to be

There must be a reason. "A need for a reason" is the inevitable imperfection of the design

The tiniest disturbance in the unified field of being for the consciousness 

To make the waves emerge