I wish our chemical physiology would match the intensity of reality.

I think that if our bodies reacted fully to what is going on here with existence, if our wonder and awe and stuff like that were expressed in the same way that something on a much smaller scale like, seeing your girl friend for the first time in a long time is, or how we would react to seeing somebody die in front of us or whatever, that it would kill us, because the mysteriousness of this random existence is way more huge than that.

Im pretty sure our survival mechanisms numb us to that kind of stuff, but if we work hard enough to poke our way through the numbed down surface we can see through the protective shell that we, or instinct, or biology or whatever surrounds us in and look out and see that where we are is not only a place that leaves us with questions, but one that demands answers. Something is leaving us indifferent to an affair so colossal that we havent even made sense of the twisting kaleidoscopic complexity in the drop of light that has been splashed onto us so far in this infinite ocean of incredible wonder and yet theres no emotion surging forth to match what it means to be dying in a place as inconceivably astonishing as this.

For lifes sake, we can get a new can opener and be more moved than we do when faced with mysteries that go on for infinity in every direction and on different levels with in even each of those. I wonder what we are missing, and I wish our chemical physiology would match the intensity of reality.