The idea of Consciousness

I am an borrowed idea.

When I sleep, my idea of myself loosens. Slowly it allows me to expand and slip into another’s idea. I experience their world in flash. Making their world as mine. Becoming the centre of their world.

Then I wake up. Sometimes I remember and the dream as my experience. And when I cross that place I get a feeling that I have been here.

Déjà vu

When I could borrow another’s idea and make it mine.

I can also borrow my idea of being me and make it mine.

But whose idea was it.

Is I am my own idea? Or I hooked on to the am’ness and made it mine.

Do you think a human being is born when it links to this idea and creates his/her identity?

Does life need ego (I am) to express itself as form of the body? And if I do then whose characteristics and behaviours do I carry along in this lifetime? Some come to me and some are acquired.

Then I die.

Who carries the life that has learnt few more lessons, beyond the body into another realm? What happens to these lessons there? Are they really needed there or they simply are the cause of another lifetime?

Or it doesn’t really matter?

I don’t know. Do you? Any One?