I imagine a new universe. This universe seemingly spawns out of the blank canvas of my thoughts from a single infinitely small and dense place in my abstract mind. It explodes into reality, bringing with it galaxies, stars, and most incredible of all, life. Life changes, as I see fit. It is my craziest creation, a thought that can think, and I watch it without any kind of bias, as I am the reason every single imagined inch of it exists. I can modify any single aspect of it at will, and I can see all of it, past, present, and future, all at once. However, my own creation cannot perceive me, in my entirely. How could it? How does one understand the universe one resides in, seeing as little as one does? There is behind all of this well mannered creation the darkness of my subconscious, willing me to consume, destroy, and defile. It is my own worst enemy, and plots against my better mannered thoughts. But in the end, it is a part of me, and so must exist, as a natural fundament of my sane, homo-sapient mind. I have to ask myself, after feeling all of this, and knowing what I know....Are we all simply thoughts in the mind of God? A chill runs down the spine, and my mind snaps back to the mundane.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 03:10:58 +0000
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