ASSECON
(Anonymous)
There must have been times when you would want to visit, or say kind of feel like being in someone else’s body, to see the world, to see yourself from the other person’s prospect or the vision, or to measure the joint functionality of both the brains and how you both would think simultaneously. Like, staring at a random person, an inferior, say, a beggar and imagining how he sees himself at the moment. At his situation. What is it? If there’s a slight nod from your side to it, what is that stops a feeling so intense? And most importantly, where does the boundary of us and our consciousness end? If the answer is, the boundary of the body itself, well then, what is it that let us imagine being in someone else’s shoes, and yet not own them?
Interesting maybe, but well, to move on and name the kind of a feeling we discuss, I tried and google the right word for it. There hasn’t been any, as what my thirty minutes of search says, the closest one quite familiar, ‘Empathy’. Or the feeling could be too personal to be bothered with any name? Let’s for the sake of this article, call it, ‘Assecon’, as seen from your consciousness.
As our race are being as they say, ‘impure’ over the years, we certainly have got our hands restricted to being touched to the certain powers that we might possessed at some point of the civilisation. And here I talk not of any flying human but the rational powers, the exchange of energies and thoughts, probably, the tool that would have, at times overcome the insufficiency of any spoken language. Though the vocabulary grew and the words filled the places of the feelings, for sure there would be a word for a feeling you and I share in the article and soon, it would be long gone. I don’t talk of Assecon but a more commercial one. There could be two ways of sharing a feeling, one, of the era we live in, to go to someone and tell them you are hungry or, to look them into the eyes and stare. And wait. Just to have any little idea of the purity and the intensity of the later one, try it someday with any animal, and believe me, to a certain extent, be it a fish in the pond.
Back to the point, what draws our boundary of the consciousness? The answer, well nothing. Its entirely infinite. And where do I stand in the world to talk of it or answer. Well, that’s where the line is drawn at the first place. To think of any such line. Let me simplify it a little.
Well, the moment your consciousness left your body to be in someone else’s, you never thought of crossing any line, it was to say, completely natural or believable to you. What the person would be thinking at the moment would of course be one of the many conclusion you might draw of the time you are being in him, or you are imagining being him. The line begins itself with a thought like, “But then, how would I know!”
You possess the power of Assecon already, like you possess the power of imagining yourself in being someone else. Soon, that would be gone and the power the humans possess now would soon be like a dream or a magic. The awkwardness limits your consciousness. It’s way easy to write but to practice, but take it as a reminder, all still buries deep inside.
