Avert your eyes from the following lines and look around: what do you see? Well, the things surrounding you are only a fraction of reality due to the computational limitations of the visual apparatus. Moreover, every object that you gaze upon is more than the matter and the form that compose them: they also have a history and a purpose that are in relation to you, but also independent of your conscious mind. Now close your eyes: what do you see? The darkness in front of you invites inner contemplation and is hospitable to latent thoughts, conscious remarks about one's own state, past regrets, plans, and worries. Therefore, my friend, you see that we, conscious beings, see beyond what the solar particles shine upon. Our broad mental framework encompasses both possible future events and the scars and blessings of the past; we can ruminate over them, explore their further implications, and even write about them. We are, therefore, conscious of them. It is this observation, this revolution in the cognitive capacities, a long thread that, if followed attentively, would lead toward a burning realization that makes one self-consuming and self-preserving: the cold breath of mortality. Nay, says the one who thirsts for life, not going in that direction anymore, let's turn back, turn around, and avoid this final collision. They may do that and regress in time, venture into the past, for it is the farthest away from death. As they walk through their memories, they will realise the quality of their actions, moments when they could have been more involved, more alert, more active, critical points in which they chose to betray themselves little by little on their road toward a better life. "Where am I supposed to look then?" says the mortal, for the future consumes me with its uncertainty and the past burns me with its finality. Should I just pluck out my eyes now so that I am blind to what occurs? Should I fill my ears with cotton so that I do not pick up on the intimations of the past? Should I raise my fists at the sky and curse the nature of the world, the whole of creation, and her inceptor? Should I go further? What am I to do anyway? Open your eyes, dear friend, for you are not alone in this darkness, in this significantly insignificant world, on this small meek planet surrounded by billions of stars.
Man is the only animal capable of both good and evil, with a breath of vision that lightens the petals of yesterday's flowers, which may reach their beauty or rot tomorrow. The burden of mortality is merely surpassed by that of morality, and, by the nature of being human, we, the so-called wise ones, seek not only to survive the tribulations of the environment, but something beyond the necessities of the flesh. "All men by nature desire to know", says the great Aristotle, yet all men, by nature, cannot comprehend the whole cosmos, for our vision and intellectual capacities are limited. We can, therefore, say that all humans, by volition, desire to comprehend what we ought to understand, what we ought to focus our unique intellect on, and what is of great importance. Then, the whole plethora of inquiries can be projected onto one fundamental question: What is the hierarchy of importance that leads us toward overcoming suffering, toward a better life?
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