Who Are We?
Humans are so tiny, so stupid. They think they know everything and this 'everything' is eternally true, and that this universe is meant for the. Only some of them seem to actually see that this universe could (a) be nothing like they might think it is, (b_ that even if it is as they say it is it may be shared by other inhabitants who are worthier of it and truly deserve to call it theirs or (c) maybe it isn't that simple, maybe what is there isn't so. If we humans are ants then our equivalent to giant humans is still not in sight to us and that's why we are so high and mighty about it. We think that everything is about us, that these issues in the news everyday- wars, racism, infringement of rights, violations of laws- are really important in the work and perhaps, we are right in thinking so but what if we are doing nothing but merely wasting time in this delusion. These issues are, in the end, painstakingly pulled out of almost-nonexistent loopholes in the principles of the way we function as a society. It is a shame, indeed.
And sometimes, I almost expect all this to just freeze- right there, floating in air diving you the chance of finally enjoying a moment of true peace. Just imagine the possibility of such a miracle. Just the possibility. It's quite unbelievable but not more than the sight of it actually happening. Trust me, you won't want to miss it. And it will be the quietest, stillest silence you will have ever experienced.
And alas, after all that. . the serenity will pass, shattering like a delicate pearl and some force will inform us that we have been living in a lie all our lives, that we are just experiments and whatever we did was just for the 'kicks'.
Above that lovely blue sky above all that cotton that we like to call 'clouds'- there is somehow another world, another universe, with so many galaxies that keep expanding every day. Just think of hoe huge that must be. Now think of earth - a tiny dot in all that, then of yourself- what would you be in comparison to all that? Think of how you've been wasting so much time thinking what you did mattered . All those regrets, those tears, those scars, those FEELINGS. If all you are is a microscopic one-eighth of a dot then how much you crying or smiling matter? O how does even you knowing about this and I writing about it change anything? The answer is nothing. Life shall go on like to does. People will die, take birth, kill.
What if all this is nothing but a delusion? A prolonged magical dream that some sort of a machine is projecting into our brains and all we can do is be in it. Most of the times, I think I'm doing nothing. What if moving is just a thought and that thought is just a big nothing. I really don't know how to articulate in a way that it is perfectly clear. What if nothing matters? Our money, our knowledge- everything is nothing. These languages we've created, these answers we fail to expand, these norms we follows. WHAT IF IT'S NOT THERE?
To feel the way I do- you must close your eyes and think of yourself as nothing but the whole man race. We evolved, we discovered and invented. But just stop, okay? Just calm down and go over all of it. Your name. Your dream. I don't know. Just like the more you say a word the less it becomes meaningful it is, the more you think of us, the less significant we are. How did we even create this in the first place? How did the first man create any means to communicate? Why did they even feel the need? How did they understand that something wasn't nothing? To establish that, they had to have Google or dictionary or some sort of reference. Who created this? What? How does what I'm writing make any sense to you? How to two designs or two syllables mean the whole world? HOW?
THIS JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
Think of all the continents. All of them Now keep thinking about the billions and millions of people there are until it's no more. And what if this all is, indeed, will soon be NO MORE?
And sometimes, I almost expect all this to just freeze- right there, floating in air diving you the chance of finally enjoying a moment of true peace. Just imagine the possibility of such a miracle. Just the possibility. It's quite unbelievable but not more than the sight of it actually happening. Trust me, you won't want to miss it. And it will be the quietest, stillest silence you will have ever experienced.
And alas, after all that. . the serenity will pass, shattering like a delicate pearl and some force will inform us that we have been living in a lie all our lives, that we are just experiments and whatever we did was just for the 'kicks'.
Above that lovely blue sky above all that cotton that we like to call 'clouds'- there is somehow another world, another universe, with so many galaxies that keep expanding every day. Just think of hoe huge that must be. Now think of earth - a tiny dot in all that, then of yourself- what would you be in comparison to all that? Think of how you've been wasting so much time thinking what you did mattered . All those regrets, those tears, those scars, those FEELINGS. If all you are is a microscopic one-eighth of a dot then how much you crying or smiling matter? O how does even you knowing about this and I writing about it change anything? The answer is nothing. Life shall go on like to does. People will die, take birth, kill.
What if all this is nothing but a delusion? A prolonged magical dream that some sort of a machine is projecting into our brains and all we can do is be in it. Most of the times, I think I'm doing nothing. What if moving is just a thought and that thought is just a big nothing. I really don't know how to articulate in a way that it is perfectly clear. What if nothing matters? Our money, our knowledge- everything is nothing. These languages we've created, these answers we fail to expand, these norms we follows. WHAT IF IT'S NOT THERE?
To feel the way I do- you must close your eyes and think of yourself as nothing but the whole man race. We evolved, we discovered and invented. But just stop, okay? Just calm down and go over all of it. Your name. Your dream. I don't know. Just like the more you say a word the less it becomes meaningful it is, the more you think of us, the less significant we are. How did we even create this in the first place? How did the first man create any means to communicate? Why did they even feel the need? How did they understand that something wasn't nothing? To establish that, they had to have Google or dictionary or some sort of reference. Who created this? What? How does what I'm writing make any sense to you? How to two designs or two syllables mean the whole world? HOW?
THIS JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
Think of all the continents. All of them Now keep thinking about the billions and millions of people there are until it's no more. And what if this all is, indeed, will soon be NO MORE?
I don't think there is an answer, yet.
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