Am I Redundant?

Redundancy, multiple copies of the same data to ensure nothing is lost. A common concept even on personal levels these days. This becomes a rather odd concept when looked from the ideas of as above, so below, or  that anything external is a representation of something from the inner worlds. This leads to the idea we would be a redundant back up or a biological, or genetic scale.  This is the idea of the Noah's ark story looked at from an admittedly odd perspective. I actually even kinda like the idea of our solar system itself could be a Noah's ark. I love the story ideas this brings up, combined with the ideas that humanities presence here may be far older then most currently subscribe to. 

It also leads to some odder ego bruising places most people are less then comfortable with. The idea that our uniqueness might not be so absolute. That just maybe if the sample size is large enough that the machinery of creation would spit a reasonable facsimile of us. This idea has been covered many times in many formats. What happens when the world gets small enough, and full enough that thinking reasoning beings start to see their own redundancy. I mean lets face it, how many of us are actually doing something to advance the species. Most of us live quiet little lives entertained by the flashing lights programmed to be obedient consumers. Ignorance is bliss comes to mind here.

It comes back to purpose, What happens to an ego when it's aware enough to see it's own redundancy. It's an odd sensation to see portions of self being expressed in other forms. So far I have yet to find my doppelganger, though I do see portions of self expressed everywhere I look. 

Jack

aka PanseyBard