Hunger

[samijiben]

Hunger is an illusion.  

 

Here's why. 

 

Proof or explenation is not gonna cut it as a means to answer this question: why is hunger an illusion? It must be seen through, clearly.  

 

I am hungry all the time. The reason why is unclear. I make a list of rationalizations to myself about why I am hungry. I tell myself that I am hungry because I fasting, because I am not eating. It sounds like such a clever line of reasoning, but it collapses next to this one: How could "I" be hungry if "I" don't properly exist? Who is there to be hungry, to feel hunger, to need anything at all? This is the first step: realizing that there is no one.  

 

Now, even if it were true that I am hungry because I have not eaten food, it does not matter, because I am still hungry, and understanding why my hunger exists does not make it go away. It could very well be that a direct correlation is taking place between lacking food and feeling hungry. But I intuit that something much more sinister is going on here... 

 
Let's take a step back and dissect the concepts working in the background. If hunger is defined as an objective state that humans can reach, then my logic flies out the window. Indeed, if we inhabit a world of fixed and defined categories of felt emotion, then logic is no longer needed, for everything has already been made clear by the laws of men and their endless thoughts. But, if it is the case that emotions are more murky than hungry or sad, happy or mad, then a deeper investigation begets the discovery of who feels what, how, and why.  

 

When I feel hungry, I don’t like it. Thus I aim to get free of the perceived sensation of hunger such that I can bring my pain to an end. I associate the pain and the hunger, and just like that I have elaborately deceived myself. If I were to just eat food, then the hunger would go away. But the problem there is that something else would occupy my attention. And I would not be free. Because the hunger was never a problem to begin with. The problem was and always has been that I do not confront the totality of my present experience and instead label it unsatisfactorily and proceed to attempt to logic my way out of it, using steps, reason, argument, evidence, and proof.  

 

If I were to eat food, then what I perceive to be hunger would go away. But if I see what is underneath and behind and sourcing my hunger in this very moment, then I would not have to go through the trouble of eating food, for the truth is that nothing is necessary, not even survival. This runs counter to the desire to remain alive, but that desire is rotten since it backfires by taking one away even further from life, into the realms of dreaming about what could be better than It, than This, than Everything.  

 

The solution to feeling pain is not to label it and find a cure, but to collapse it into the void that has no meaning and is beyond pleasure and pain. The "hunger" I experience is an absolutely fundamental aspect of the great field of perception, but it is not hunger, for I only label it as such. I have learned throughout my life how to distinguish this from that. Emotions are just one such category within which more categories have been concocted, so many times over that they are now ingrained, used as filters that process raw qualia, missing the point entirely and constructing a world in its place that makes sense, endures ups and downs, and never gets to the bottom of everything. 

 

The solution to all problems is getting to the bottom of everything. The solution to hunger is realizing that it never existed. And the reason why fasting is so powerful a tool is because it strips away all the usual excuses and stories that you cycle through distastefully, replacing them with a seemingly palpable sense of hunger, the gateway to all things imaginable and the cure for the sickness of not knowing God.  

 

But, instead of going straight to God, I choose to abide in my hungry rationalizations. I like to chalk up my felt experience of life as "I am hungry, goddamnit," which warrants no further search and at once traps me in my own proclamation. 

 

Nothing is real! Oh, my, fucking God: What an epic realization. I am dumbfounded to a degree that is so beyond this world that it is somewhere inside of it? What is going here....? 

 

Nevermind, I'm just kidding: I'm hungry! That's all that's going on here – nothing especially mysterious or magical. It's just some dude who is hungry. Like, really, I am not kidding you. If you come closer, you can HEAR my stomach growling, asshole. Stop telling me it's not real. 

 

But, but, but.... 

 

SHUT IT! 
 
I NEED A CHEESEBURGER! Could care less about God. Give me some shrimp legs and evaporated milk, then we'll talk.  

  

 

 

Anyways, this is so damn powerful because (of my newfound fasting [food abstinence] practice) I am pushed to the very edge, the tip, the brink of perception. I can either stay hungry or say goodbye to everything I thought to know, love, and hold dear..................

Edited June 12 by samijiben

[Princess Arabia]

The body eats not you. Simple. Take the hand and put it on a plate and pick up a burger and put it in mouth. The body does that. Not you. Chop off both hands and the rest of the body still remains. Chop the legs off, the rest of the body remains. Pluck an eye out, take a kidney out, gall bladder, appendix, is that still you being hungry. Where is the you. 

Hunger is not an illusion, you are. Hunger happens, the illusory you claims it even with half of the you gone.

Edited June 13 by Princess Arabia

[samijiben]

@Princess Arabia love you, Princess 😘

[Princess Arabia]

5 hours ago, samijiben said:

@Princess Arabia love you, Princess 😘

😘