Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I want you, dear reader, to imagine it.
Absolute nothingness.
Imagine you are there. In a nothingness so absolute that when you try to touch your body, you can't.
There, you don't feel. You don't see aything, hear anything, there's no light to cling to, no sound. You are only a conciousness floating in the void.
Tell me, who are you now? Not what you are, who?
You could tell me your name, your profession, your tastes, your age...
Do any of those things exist here? In the absolute nothingness?
Or are you just thinking about them?
If you are only thinking about it, or if you're having to repeat it for it to still be true here... doesn't that say a lot?
Doesn't something feel... off?
So, little conciousness, are you thinking? In what, words?
Where did they come from?
Of course, from the outside world. But that doesn't exist here in the void. And it's obvious that they don't, they exist to describe the natural world, but that's key in understanding them. They describe, they represent, but they are not. Without a human to know about them, to speak them into existence, they are nothing. They aren't reality, and that means they are not true. They are invented. By who?
Us.
And why?
Because when we see the world outside, we need to describe it to know it.
If we aren't what we know, because words can only describe, then what even are we?
Little conciousness, don't you feel, here in this void, that you are also nothing? After knowing that every word is false here, since they don't describe anything?
Well, you are like a little mirror. You interpret the world around yourself, and so, give it a name. A concept. And we oganize reality in those concepts.
We have one part,