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metaphysical thought tunnels

    In metaphysical studies, one must assume the mental state of suspension of disbelief. Nothing in this arena of pseudo-science and philosophy is provable or disprovable unless by opinion or logic.

     Yet, arguably all that is taken for proven fact in science and reality still can come into question, because in fact (or not fact) there is still the unanswerable question of why, or what the force or motivation is for the physics and perceptions of reality.

    Therein comes the concept of a higher being, by trying to explain that/this occurence of existance. This can be questioned because of the limited perceptions of our biological beings. SO why think about it at all if it is permanantly beyond my ability to comprehend or perceive it? 

    I would at least hope that there would be something beyond the biological functions of my biophysical perceptions. Arguably, there is, or could be. The reality that I perceive could exist past my death and beyond my biological perceptions. This is taking for granted the permanance and existance of objects and reality without my perceiving them.

    Is it possible for the human mind/consciousness to comprehend or at least imagine non-existance, and the continuing existance of reality without ones own personal consciousness? Better yet, to know this perception? (or lack therof?) 

sleeplessness is not the most healthy thing; here are some pointers on why not to procrastinate.

there is some kind of strange pull for me to experiment with the extremes of my physical body and mental strength. last semester, i foolishly decided to try to acheive an eight foot by four foot painting. In one weekend before it was due. now, after that experience, one day without sleep didnt phase me at all, i thought that my biological clock had strengthened, or at least gotten used to it. well, this semester, i was wrong. after enjoying the sweet nectar of sleeping in every day over the break, i lost my resistance to sleep fatigue, and am now in a semi-psychotic state, after only one night. lets go over the stages of psychological breakdown over long periods without sleep.

1. the first night without sleep can be seen as refreshing, your mind is full of nervous energy, and you can talk about anything intelligently, albeit you may yawn more occasionally.

2. the second night, one can still feel the energy, but it progressing to a more nervous state. one may see movement that is not occurring in their peripheral vision.  also, one may mistake strangers glances for once of mistrust and or disturbance.

3. after the third night, one could possibly be admitted into a psyche ward, for mild paranoia and dimensia. but coffee will keep away the hallucinations, and the fear of failing your classes keeps your body moving, yet even though your mind may have collapsed.

4. the fourth night withought sleep is comparable to a living hell. the movement and hallucinatiions start to move out from the peripheral of ones vision and begin to enchroach upon the center of your eyesight. i myself for some reason began to hallucinate that any collection of objects, such as a pile of clothes, or a bunch of wood, etc., to be fugures, or groups of people. i think that they could have been mostly children, and thats fuckin creepy when your alone in a studio with one light on and you think that your surrounded by shadow people.

5. The fifth night without rest or sleep of any kind… well, to describe it enters a land like a modernistic alice in wonderland, exept for the fact that im in a city of curvy streets, the bricks melding together and the buildings swaying to and fro. as i came back to my painting that i am still trying to finish while its due that day, i realized the impossibility of the task i had set for myself, as the portraits that i was painting were singing along to Journey, and would flee from my paintbrush. I turned it in, having been in the room where the critique was since the few days before, only leaving to eat and try to regain some sanity. the food i aquired, the sanity i did not.