existentialism representationalism and OBES

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Out-of-body_experiences

today i had an out of body experience. i saw myself as others would see me and i realized that i am a stranger to everybody but myself. no one knows me. i'm just another human being. i looked at myself and i didn't know her. i felt empty and still. i felt no emotions at all. i just had my sight. i was rooted to the spot, staring ahead at this unknown person.

it made me think. i decided to research it, to see if this happened to other people as well. apparently one in ten people have an OBE at one point in their life.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Representationalism

one thing lead to another, a read the 'see also's. there were alot of philosiphers who have had these experiences. i read about these philosophies that i had half thought about and figured before i even knew these existed. it almost gives me hope

and makes me feel nostalgic or...[i wish my vocabulary was larger; i could describe it better] i dont know. not alone. its a good feeling.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Existentialism

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