Are you the center of the earth? =)?

Question

you can only feel for yourself... people can die all around you... you can meet new people, lose old friends... but if you die everything stops... because to you, the world wouldnt exist : )...if you wernt alive... its like... anyone and everyone... in the world are all... "other people"... only you are "you"... you are number one... (god this is so hard to explain)... if you understand me them... do you agree that...you are the center of the world : )... and to me... ofcourse im the center of "my world".... : ) its a complicated thing that just poped into my head and if i dont ask now i will forget it : ) (and before you ask.... NO! im not on drugs)... is it a crazy thought or does anyone else feel the same way as me : )

Answer 1

I'm the center of Everything, like everything else is.

Answer 2

Literally? No. =P

Figuratively? Nope.

Answer 3

I think I understand what you mean, but there are different ways to interpret this. Technically, no.  If you were in the center, you would be vaporized.  In your own "world" then yes.  In your world, the way you see life, your beliefs, etc.  Everything would be revolving all around you, so it would seem like it was the center in your own view of it.

Answer 4

I am the center of the universe. But how i can i both be the center of the universe and everyone else be the center of the universe? We (beings who perceive "centerness") all cant be the center. So perhaps all unified in oneness is center.

Maybe hindu philosophy has some applicability.

Maybe.

Answer 5

I understand you.  No one is the center of the Earth, they are the center of their world.  Even if you live for someone else, you are the center.  Everything you know and do revolves around your life.

To me I don't think like that, I d rather think about something more important.

Think about this, everything that happens, happens around you, not necessarily to you, but around you, because that is how you perceive things.  You are not someone else, you don't know how they feel, or what they want.  But you do know what you want, and how you feel.

Answer 6

I like a poetic answer to this question, but I'm not the poet who wrote it, so allow me to paste. (It is "prose poetry" by the way, and said--by others--to be some of the most beautiful prose poetry in the English language.I would not know. I am not a critic of poetry. I only know what I like.)

11.1 "I am. I think. I will.

11.2 My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . . My forest . . . This earth of mine. . . .

11.3 What must I say besides? These are the words. This is the answer.

11.4 I stand here on the summit of the mountain. I lift my head and I spread my arms. This, my body and spirit, this is the end of the quest. I wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrant for being. I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.

11.5 It is my eyes which see, and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the earth. It is my ears which hear, and the hearing of my ears gives its song to the world. It is my mind which thinks, and the judgment of my mind is the only searchlight that can find the truth. It is my will which chooses, and the choice of my will is the only edict I must respect.

11.6 Many words have been granted me, and some are wise, and some are false, but only three are holy: "I will it!"

11.7 Whatever road I take, the guiding star is within me; the guiding star and the loadstone which point the way. They point in but one direction. They point to me.

11.8 I know not if this earth on which I stand is the core of the universe or if it is but a speck of dust lost in eternity. I know not and I care not. For I know what happiness is possible to me on earth. And my happiness needs no higher aim to vindicate it. My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

11.9 Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not a servant of their needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds. I am not a sacrifice on their altars.

11.10 I am a man. This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before!

11.11 I do not surrender my treasures, nor do I share them. The fortune of my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of the spirit. I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.

11.12 I owe nothing to my brothers, nor do I gather debts from them. I ask none to live for me, nor do I live for any others. I covet no man's soul, nor is my soul theirs to covet.

11.13 I am neither foe nor friend to my brothers, but such as each of them shall deserve of me. And to earn my love, my brothers must do more than to have been born. I do not grant my love without reason, nor to any chance passer-by who may wish to claim it. I honor men with my love. But honor is a thing to be earned.

11.14 I shall choose friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect, but neither command nor obey. And we shall join our hands when we wish, or walk alone when we so desire. For in the temple of his spirit, each man is alone. Let each man keep his temple untouched and undefiled. Then let him join hands with others if he wishes, but only beyond his holy threshold.

11.15 For the word "We" must never be spoken, save by one's choice and as a second thought. This word must never be placed first within man's soul, else it becomes a monster, the root of all the evils on earth, the root of man's torture by men, and of an unspeakable lie.

11.16 The word "We" is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages.

11.17 What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?

11.18 But I am done with this creed of corruption.

11.19 I am done with the monster of "We," the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame.

11.20 And now I see the face of god, and I raise this god over the earth, this god whom men have sought since men came into being, this god who will grant them joy and peace and pride.

11.21 This god, this one word:

11.22 "I."

"Anthem" Ayn Rand

http://www.noblesoul.com/orc/texts/anthe...

Answer 7

Yes, if you died it wouldn't matter what happens afterward.  You're gone, but the world will keep turning.  This is a matter of belief.  What do you think will happen after your death?

Be careful not to think too deeply about this.  You should always be aware of those around you.  It is good you are in touch with yourself, but you have to be in touch with others as well, or you will cease to be number one.

Answer 8

It is the ego, making you feel all like that.

There are many, as there were many in the past, thinking that they are/were the center of the earth. They thought that it was their destiny to determine the destiny of others. They brought destruction and great pain all around them before they were finished

Forget the whole affair as a bad dream and carry on.