I still wave at the dots on the shore
I feel the need to endlessly ramble about something of no relevance to anyone reading this. I think that I will tell a story... That of a person minus an ego. Story is hardly the word to describe the following words. Think of it as a philosophical rant about existence in a much more pure form. If you aren't interested by that previous sentence that fuck off and go read about someone bitching about their problems. :D
Alas, a person minus an ego. Mentally evolved to not care about all the trivial garbage that pollutes our repetative everyday life. Careless in the eyes of the ignorant, but truly in-tune with existence. Those trying to relate to this person only bring down the alertness. Those looking at this person without questions are the ignorant. Questions are the only tool of discovery. To search for the truth is to falsify it. It isn't found but it instead finds. The truth is shocking when it finds you. As if someone grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you into an eternal fall, headed straight towards every answer to every question. And as if you have abandoned your body, you care of nothing in existence... only existence itself. The common questions... they are all answered. Every ungraspable concept is now sitting in front of you, as concrete and simple as a stone. Infinity is defined. Forever is only a fraction of everything. Everything means nothing. We're all surrounded by nothing. The senses are re-evaluated. Are you touching something or is your mind telling you that you are? What reality are you living in and what reality is reality. Is it possible that you have skimmed on the surface of something more real that life? More questions... Who's life are you living? Are you being controlled by invisible marionette strings, dangling in existence like a worm on a hook? I've done this before... Someone else did that but it was from my eyes. Deja-vu defined. It's not a short in your brain... it's a moment of clarity in an on-going short. I'm living in someone's memory. I am my own memory. How long have I been like this? Answers lead to even more questions. You have now come to terms with your insignificance. As if you truly matter when you exist in something that lasts forever... Goes on forever. Man's most infamous questions... "What happens at death?" "Why are we here?" Have you found those answers? Would anyone believe you if you new them to be truth? Why? Because ignorance is bliss.
((((To be continued))))
Alas, a person minus an ego. Mentally evolved to not care about all the trivial garbage that pollutes our repetative everyday life. Careless in the eyes of the ignorant, but truly in-tune with existence. Those trying to relate to this person only bring down the alertness. Those looking at this person without questions are the ignorant. Questions are the only tool of discovery. To search for the truth is to falsify it. It isn't found but it instead finds. The truth is shocking when it finds you. As if someone grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you into an eternal fall, headed straight towards every answer to every question. And as if you have abandoned your body, you care of nothing in existence... only existence itself. The common questions... they are all answered. Every ungraspable concept is now sitting in front of you, as concrete and simple as a stone. Infinity is defined. Forever is only a fraction of everything. Everything means nothing. We're all surrounded by nothing. The senses are re-evaluated. Are you touching something or is your mind telling you that you are? What reality are you living in and what reality is reality. Is it possible that you have skimmed on the surface of something more real that life? More questions... Who's life are you living? Are you being controlled by invisible marionette strings, dangling in existence like a worm on a hook? I've done this before... Someone else did that but it was from my eyes. Deja-vu defined. It's not a short in your brain... it's a moment of clarity in an on-going short. I'm living in someone's memory. I am my own memory. How long have I been like this? Answers lead to even more questions. You have now come to terms with your insignificance. As if you truly matter when you exist in something that lasts forever... Goes on forever. Man's most infamous questions... "What happens at death?" "Why are we here?" Have you found those answers? Would anyone believe you if you new them to be truth? Why? Because ignorance is bliss.
((((To be continued))))