Phase 3: Breaking Through Transcendentalism
Soon my body will reach it's twenty-first Earth-year of existence.
My current life ambition is to live in a rural Japanese area. Through poverty I will make my way as a low-class citizen in a peaceful, nature-tuned village.
This is my future. It is a path I have lain before mine eyes. I plunge into it with great expectations, the only thing I can do when moving through time in that direction.
My current life perspective is pathetic. I am consumed by addictions - habits that have been around long enough to call them my old ways.
My past crashes through my present, does its foul work, then returns to the void of light.
My future reaches out, beckoning me forth into the darkness ahead.
If a pivotal of power exists, then surely a pivotal of existence also exists. When the mind dwells here, it is transformed weirdly and grotesquely. It becomes something unhumanly, and you reject it.
I am drawn to the unknown. Once the unknown reveals itself to me, I have no choice but to follow it.
The darkness is the future. The darkness is the unknown. The darkness is the instant, the truth, and I will stop at nothing to attain it. Behind me lie salvation, the light, and the way of life. Behind me lie the people, the community, the nation. Events, ideas, egos, all intertwined in continuity, circling around each other definitely. Never tiring, never slowing, never questioned.
If there is one person who rejects the darkness, let it be known that there is one person who embraces it. If there is one person who is repulsed by the darkness, let it be known that there is one person who is disgusted by the light.
Time does not exist in the past.
Nobody wants to read this. Nobody wants to hear this. Knowledge is overwhelming, and ignorance is bliss.
Please let go of your absolutes for one second and explain time, if you will.
The only time time exists is in the present, and that is right now. What about the future? Time IS the future. And as for the past, time is dead.
It's 4:44 PM right now. It's 4:44 PM right now in my neighbor's house, too. An hour and a half has passed here since 3:14 PM. An hour and a half has passed in Japan, too. In 28 days I will turn 21. In 28 days, someone else on this miserable spinning chunk of land will also turn 21. One Hundred Years from now, I will be floating through unknown spaces at unknown trajectories and velocities. One Hundred Years from now, every other human who knows gravity will be caught by the cycle of destruction.
The only thing I did was manipulate time, extend my imagination, and crane my fingers. This is the result.
Genocide.
Choose life. Choose the mundane and bizarre cycle. Do not break free, or we will kill you.
As if death were worse.
Humans get by in life by feigning ignorance.
I am bothered by the amount of effort I am putting into this.
One of my pleasures is THINKING. I love sitting and thinking. I love revelations.
One of my displeasures is COMMUNICATING. I hate ignorant people. I hate the ego.
The two compliment and sustain each other.
Why cannot one live in darkness with no light?
I am a flawed being.
Addendum:
I hate watching TV. I hate watching the news, I hate watching commercials. I hate reading the newspaper. I hate reading Time Magazine.
They're still talking about Tiger Woods!! on the fucking news for shit's sake! If you do not see the obvious issues with this, just leave now.
I take no confidence in my persuasive powers. I do not expect anyone to believe me, other than myself. I am the most important person in the world; every other sentient or non-sentient creature's existence pales in comparison to mine.
My reasoning is thus: “I think, therefore.” or, “Because I think.” We define “I” as me, or myself (my physical body in combination with my spiritual mind), then define “think” as the harbinger or catalyst of evolution, and lastly define “because” as the variable of causality in life. So, I have discovered that I think. (And in that, “I know I exist,” but that's for another time.) The trap awaits me. Do I know that other sentient (specifically sapient) beings do? I am not a mind reader, nor a psychic, so, no, I can't tell if another person thinks. Therefore, I am the most important person in my life, and I am God, at least in my perspective.
In my neighbor's perspective, however, perhaps I am a smoke god.
More likely a smoke demon.
And most likely just a junkie.
See Also:
Occam's Razor
My current life ambition is to live in a rural Japanese area. Through poverty I will make my way as a low-class citizen in a peaceful, nature-tuned village.
This is my future. It is a path I have lain before mine eyes. I plunge into it with great expectations, the only thing I can do when moving through time in that direction.
My current life perspective is pathetic. I am consumed by addictions - habits that have been around long enough to call them my old ways.
My past crashes through my present, does its foul work, then returns to the void of light.
My future reaches out, beckoning me forth into the darkness ahead.
If a pivotal of power exists, then surely a pivotal of existence also exists. When the mind dwells here, it is transformed weirdly and grotesquely. It becomes something unhumanly, and you reject it.
I am drawn to the unknown. Once the unknown reveals itself to me, I have no choice but to follow it.
The darkness is the future. The darkness is the unknown. The darkness is the instant, the truth, and I will stop at nothing to attain it. Behind me lie salvation, the light, and the way of life. Behind me lie the people, the community, the nation. Events, ideas, egos, all intertwined in continuity, circling around each other definitely. Never tiring, never slowing, never questioned.
If there is one person who rejects the darkness, let it be known that there is one person who embraces it. If there is one person who is repulsed by the darkness, let it be known that there is one person who is disgusted by the light.
Time does not exist in the past.
Nobody wants to read this. Nobody wants to hear this. Knowledge is overwhelming, and ignorance is bliss.
Please let go of your absolutes for one second and explain time, if you will.
The only time time exists is in the present, and that is right now. What about the future? Time IS the future. And as for the past, time is dead.
It's 4:44 PM right now. It's 4:44 PM right now in my neighbor's house, too. An hour and a half has passed here since 3:14 PM. An hour and a half has passed in Japan, too. In 28 days I will turn 21. In 28 days, someone else on this miserable spinning chunk of land will also turn 21. One Hundred Years from now, I will be floating through unknown spaces at unknown trajectories and velocities. One Hundred Years from now, every other human who knows gravity will be caught by the cycle of destruction.
The only thing I did was manipulate time, extend my imagination, and crane my fingers. This is the result.
Genocide.
Choose life. Choose the mundane and bizarre cycle. Do not break free, or we will kill you.
As if death were worse.
Humans get by in life by feigning ignorance.
I am bothered by the amount of effort I am putting into this.
One of my pleasures is THINKING. I love sitting and thinking. I love revelations.
One of my displeasures is COMMUNICATING. I hate ignorant people. I hate the ego.
The two compliment and sustain each other.
Why cannot one live in darkness with no light?
I am a flawed being.
Addendum:
I hate watching TV. I hate watching the news, I hate watching commercials. I hate reading the newspaper. I hate reading Time Magazine.
They're still talking about Tiger Woods!! on the fucking news for shit's sake! If you do not see the obvious issues with this, just leave now.
I take no confidence in my persuasive powers. I do not expect anyone to believe me, other than myself. I am the most important person in the world; every other sentient or non-sentient creature's existence pales in comparison to mine.
My reasoning is thus: “I think, therefore.” or, “Because I think.” We define “I” as me, or myself (my physical body in combination with my spiritual mind), then define “think” as the harbinger or catalyst of evolution, and lastly define “because” as the variable of causality in life. So, I have discovered that I think. (And in that, “I know I exist,” but that's for another time.) The trap awaits me. Do I know that other sentient (specifically sapient) beings do? I am not a mind reader, nor a psychic, so, no, I can't tell if another person thinks. Therefore, I am the most important person in my life, and I am God, at least in my perspective.
In my neighbor's perspective, however, perhaps I am a smoke god.
More likely a smoke demon.
And most likely just a junkie.
See Also:
Occam's Razor