Sometimes I will be thinking and out of nowhere the thought, in sum, we are alive and nobody knows why comes into view. Like, what? Where did you come from. Excuse me? Excuse me. Its the most bizarre thing. Its amazing - we are being and nobody knows how we got here. Nobody knows from what we were created. And its common knowledge! Life is peculiar. What is it. Are we just vibrations. What is sending their force? Is it everything. is...? Ive been going drastically insane on this feeling. There is absolutely nothing that can tell us precisely why we are here or where/what we come from originally. Compacted atoms and spontaneous combustion is the most probable cause, but what we were before would have just had to have been a bunch of scattered atoms like really baby stars (not in regards to size). What if before all of this, in our atomic original self (the world) (but also each thing) we were actually just another and the same applies over and over and is this redundant. Do we continue to better our wrongs. Do we keep striving for genuine truth and the gregarious nature of self. Are machines wrong? Do I...? It never ends. And as such we have the time to not better our physical world but rather we had the time to better our mental world. We spent our time on perfecting the physical, while preaching of kindness of heart and how much better it is to focus on the inside of a person. Is this the end of our time? How does the world end. Do the buildings remain? Do our physical achievements last. Do our minds impact the things around us? Is this contradictory. Do you feel? Do you listen to yourself. Im sorry if this doesnt play out well. This is a very great feeling and I might not be capable of wording very accurately that which resides. tyou.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 02:16:33 +0000
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