about a dream called life
Have we ever actually done anything, like…ANYTHING on our own.
We meaning human race not me and you. Since we’re especial, civilized people we are. Me & you.
I think not. Think about it. Say coding, it’s done by DNA. Say computer, here comes the brain and all them insidious programs that run our lives. Say burying the dead, even that, is done by animals.
But then, all we have done. Did we ever even need to do any of that shit? Like, there are people who travel mentally, to any where any time. Dreaming is perfect proof it’s possible. Apparently they even go to different planets.
I feel like, humans are like the moon. As in, they catch the light from the sun and reflect it, as if it was their own. They reflect it on their own level, their own size, and as shit as a moon does. Thinking the light was theirs, and they had all the time in the world.
While it was all an illusion. Moonlight illusions. But when the moon is finally free of being a moon, has escaped the order of this world, then it wouldn’t matter.
But, it wasted its beautiful self in agony and delusions. While it could be the full moon that their observers broke into tears for, and longed for in their darkest hours. By reflecting. Becoming colorless itself.
You are made of cells that are made of molecules that are made of atoms that are made of majority empty space, a nucleus of protons and neutrons that are made of smaller particles such as quarks, and electrons orbiting that nucleus so fast that they leave a trace behind like the blades of a fan rotating so fast to materialize a full circle that even cuts skin and this electron, just like light particles and those smaller particles that make up protons and neutron, have both wave and particle property meaning sometimes they act like energy, diffused particles sometimes as solid particles, and even when they do act like particles they are very indecisive about when to be where meaning they are every where all the time travelling in all possible and impossible in our imagination direction until a conscious human innocently looks for them and they appear exactly where they were looked for when they were looked for and even then these particles are vibrating knots in the energy that vibrate at different patterns like a note played at a single position in a violin that are connected to their past and future, no all pasts and futures, all vibrating to make one moment of the note, which is like our every fraction of a moment, every moment contains all past and future a new created resonant to that fraction of the moment, big bang every second. One more thing, is that electron travelling at every possible direction is like it’s the center of a sphere of energy, and that sphere reoccurs at every fraction of a distance between every electron, or every potential center of whole big bang and the end of it made to accommodate the electrons decision of who it is going to be as information patterns form who what is. No, in service of the decision of observer. Yet, what is energy? Energy itself is a set of characteristics we observe and call waves but waves occur in a medium which is we don’t know what. Yet then again, if particle is created by act of observation, or more like contemplation, then wave must be too. Then again, if all this is the case, then there must be an intelligence, which is by definition means of manipulating and dissociating information and selectively, purposefully, by means of an end, put them in patterns. And the universe sole destination is toward more chaos, which actually gives it fully stability, because everything is distributed equally everywhere, without a limiting agenda. Yet, then, intelligence is only there when it is in use, and for it to be in use, information must be observed into existence. So then, even that intelligence, is observed into existence, the intelligence that controls all things, time and space and all that sort of things, since they are products of observation too, don’t affect it, but are animated by it. Which brings us to this: two point of observation. One from the bit, which is us bound to this body created by yet another observation, and the second, which is behind the whole out of which we observe one thing into existence. Different dimensions of the same thing.
How do you feel about that?
Why did we do all that?
Also, whatever we find out or think, aren’t we observing it into existence yet again, yet it reflects in a bigger sense, as the two points of observing belong to same entity?
Where does that leave God? Well, when was God ever separate from us? All that we just said, comes to one conclusion, which is we’re just playing a fools game with ourselves and all of is just nothing, just day dreams.
Then what is? Only thing you can’t fit a coat of words on.
So, tomorrow you’re just going to wake up like any other day. I’d wish for you, to listen, watch and relax. It’s the heart that becomes blind not the eyes. All you need is there, has always been shall always be. But you got little time to grab them. Even if they’re just a dream, they show you you.
I wish for you, to become more you as you wake up tomorrow. The true you.
