Do you have any other suggestions ? If you are the only one and there is no other- and I mean literally nothing else and you gape yourself in the dark, what the heck would you do? Try splitting yourself, try hurting yourself, try to create some thing just like you, see what your alter-ego does but finally realize that it’s your own body part that’s also you! What a bummer! Its the the lowest low ever don’t you think? This is not new many other first ones have felt that or Brahman passed on his feelings to them. Refer to Brihadaranyaka upanishad initial chapters “Death or Hiranyagarbha goes about wandering in the dark worshipping himself , creating stuff and eating himself when for distinction a baby appeared and he tried to eat it and that cried “Baan” . He stopped and let it grow and produce things that he then devoured”.
Brihadaranyaka
1.2.1 There was nothing whatsoever here in the beginning. It was covered only by Death (Hiranyagarbha), or Hunger, for hunger is death.
He created the mind, thinking, 'Let me have a mind.' He moved about
worshipping (himself). As he was worshipping, water was produced.
(Since he thought), 'As I was worshipping, water sprang up,' therefore
Arka (fire) is so called. Water (or happiness) surely comes to one who
knows how Arka (fire) came to have this name of Arka.
1.2.4 He desired, 'Let me have a second form (body)'. He, Death or Hunger, brought about the union of speech (the Vedas) with the mind.
What was the seed there became the Year (Viraj). Before him there had
been no year. He (Death) reared him for as long as a year, and after
this period projected him. When he was born, (Death) opened his mouth
(to swallow him). He (the babe) cried 'Bhan!' That became speech.
1.2.5 He thought, 'If I kill him, I shall be making very little food.' Through that speech and that mind he projected all this,
whatever there is the Vedas Re, Yajus and Saman, the metres, the
sacrifices, men and animals. Whatever he projected, he resolved to
eat. Because he eats everything, therefore Aditi (Death) is so called.
He who knows how Aditi came to have This name of Aditi, becomes the
eater of all this, and everything becomes his food.
1.2.7 He desired, 'Let this body of mine be fit for a sacrifice, and let me be embodied through this,' (and entered it). Because that body
swelled (AsVat), therefore it came to be called Asva (horse). And
because it became fit for a sacrifice, therefore the horse sacrifice
came to be known as AsVamedha. He who knows it thus indeed knows the
horse sacrifice. (Imagining himself as the horse and) letting it
remain free, he reflected (on it). After a year he sacrificed it to
himself, and dispatched the (other) animals to the gods. Therefore
(priests to this day) sacrifice to Prajapati the sanctified (horse)
that is dedicated to all the gods. He who shines yonder is the horse
sacrifice; his body is the year. This fire is Arka; its limbs are
these worlds. So these two (fire and the sun) are Arka and the horse
sacrifice. These two again become the same god, Death. He (who knows
thus) conquers further death, death cannot overtake him, it becomes
his self, and he becomes one with these deities.*
That is the primal instinct that is on all sentience. To eat. Sacrifice thus becomes a primordial need What and how varies. Obviously, then Maya becomes a game. Sort of like what your body part does to fool another. You watch the game enjoying the many vagaries . Oh yes, many of your body parts Are sentient conscious entities. You watch their games, get bored and the drama stage changes,. Everything becomes righteous. Everything becomes unrighteous. You question who you are and word and sound emerges, space emerges. Abracadabra poof it vanishes when you realize that they are a part of you. You churn the darkness spin your own awareness and lo and behold light filled consciousness emerges. Wow. Let that spin too..the dance goes on
And Nasadiya Sukta emerges from some entities thought, sound and language in the future. Any more ideas on how to entertain oneself?
Interestingly, for sharing you keep a bunch of sentient entities around you while the rest of them goes about in birth death processes. And so much complexities and games emerge to attain those seats. So much hatred and love. The literature on supposed immortality. To attain the divine feet. The bliss enjoyers. The ignorant. No one is more depressed than an immortal. But then you need an ‘achutha’ that does not fall from such grace heights to keep the show going. Newer the games the better. The question then becomes what improvements that we make to our current vivarium to pass it on to more ignorant sentient entities so that we all Move on to better Vivariums...? See the real show ? Yes Truth hurts and sometimes fantasies are far better.
A set of 18 sages in south India called ‘siddhars’ have cryptic songs and poems that talk about Brahman. One of them is called Kudhambai Siddhar.
He wrote a touching description of Brahman that you see
In Tamil the verses read
- வெட்டவெளிக்குள் வெறும்பாழாய் நின்றதை இட்டமாய்ப் பார்ப்பாயடி குதம்பாய் இட்டமாய்ப் பார்ப்பாயடி.”.
https://www.ytamizh.com/siddhar/kudambai/
He tells himself this
“In Space you will see an outcast that is not bound to anything but still you will love seeing that again and again”. He is referring to the visions in Kundalini post Ajna Chakra. The outcast is Brahman. The observer is jivatma which is also Brahman. The outcast knows this fact. The poor jivatma doesn’t and hence the feeling of liking and loving that it feels. Yes, sir it’s a very lonely existence. Universe is keeping that outcast busy - a poor attempt to make it forget who it really is...
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This same feeling happens to other higher beings (devas) themselves, as a hand-me-down from Brahman. Here is a well-written summary in Nasadiya Sukta, The Hymn of creation. This is a very popular Hymn..( You have to ask the Vedic Pandits to recite it. Every Vedic pandit learns this. )
Here are couple of links.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYlP7DXtyQ8
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nasadiya_Sukta
The Meaning goes like this( from Wiki)...
Then even non-existence was not there, nor existence,
There was no air then, nor the space beyond it.
What covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping?
Was there then cosmic fluid, in depths unfathomed?
Then there was neither death nor immortality
nor was there then the torch of night and day.
The One breathed windlessly and self-sustaining.
There was that One then, and there was no other.
At first there was only darkness wrapped in darkness.
All this was only unillumined cosmic water.
That One which came to be, enclosed in nothing,
arose at last, born of the power of knowledge.
In the beginning desire descended on it -
that was the primal seed, born of the mind.
The sages who have searched their hearts with wisdom
know that which is, is kin to that which is not.
And they have stretched their cord across the void,
and know what was above, and what below.
Seminal powers made fertile mighty forces.
Below was strength, and over it was impulse.
But, after all, who knows, and who can say
Whence it all came, and how creation happened?
the gods themselves are later than creation,
so who knows truly whence it has arisen?
Whence all creation had its origin,
the creator, whether he fashioned it or whether he did not,
the creator, who surveys it all from highest heaven,
he knows — or maybe even he does not know.
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