I am, therefore I think.

Thought is a relative tool to configure whether or not something exists or not. In order to think, one must exist. But is it neccesary for one to think if one exists? Or can one exist without thought and feeling? The one-celled amoeba is the most primitive eukaryotic form of life known in the contemporary world. The amoeba has no memory, very poor awareness, and bad coordination. Through evolution the specialization of cells was neccesary in order to create a self-sufficient, symbiotic, higher intelligent being. However, even though the intelligence of an amoeba is far less complex than our human minds, the very fact that communication is being sent throughout the body of the amoeba (no matter how slowly) is proof that the organism is living and percieiving. I very much doubt that the amoeba has a high enough intelligence to think actively about its own existence, and yet…according to human standards it still exists. Therefore, it must not be required to think in order to be; in order to exist. “I think therefore I am” once said Descartes. Yet according to Jean-Paul Sarte ‘existence precedes essence’, therefore a more accurate proposal would be, “I am, therefore I think.” In my conclusions what I am seeing is that the relationship between existing and thinking is not so converse as it seems.

A may equal B, but I am not convinced that there is enough evidence that B equals A.

Defying the laws of mathematics is something only as powerful and complex as our conscious and self-aware mental functions could achieve.

Unlike nonliving matter, living organisms can respond to, percieve, and be felt by the outside world. We are able to do this through our senses of hearing, smelling, touching, seeing, and tasting, but just because we are concious of our surroundings and our ability to think, does this make us above non-living material? Silently and efficiently, millions of nerve cells pass messages back and forth within our brains, but who is to say these messages ultimately mean anything? Who is to say that our thoughts and feelings are more than just random occurences in an absurd and meaningless habitat referred to as our “brain”? Perhaps in the long run we matter to the world about as much as a rock does, but than again perhaps not. Nothing is ever certain.The absurdity of our human existence is that we can never find the answers, we can never be reassured that our Being in this world means something, we can never be positively sure what being a Being in this world even means.