A green cucumber sits in my hands. I slice it. Salt it. Bite it. I wonder if it knows it’s dead, or going to die. Despite its reality, it’s trying to grow little green shoots. Trying to survive.
Does a tomato know when its been cut from a vine? I don’t think so but consider, plants cannot see.
What if there is another realm, like vision for a plant, which we exist in, that we are unaware of. And furthermore, what if, in this realm, our life and death, or looming death is as easy to see as a picked tomatoe?