Screw coherence and entertainment value, I need to record my thoughts and fill time.
If god exists, is infinitely strecthed across time, and relevant, and love for human beings is our general reason for existence, or continued existence, then what's the point of it all? What is it about the universes genesis that even seems significant, say that existence is an explosion folllowed by a crunch happening over a really long time. That's my scientific measurement, "really long" and matter keeps on falliog into the right position to create life what does that mean. Has god done this before? what about the lst universe? How do we compare? Can we run faster than they did? build more churches, learn more? What if existence is just a communal intelllegience hammering an objective logic into perception. What if the entire universe was being written through consciousness, you know what if somewhere through all the super-science the universe is being written by three cherubs under a tree. Superstring alllows for more than 4 dimensions. What the hell do you do past the fourth dimension? How do you build on something that elemental and say the universe can't operate without it, but not know what the hell it is. What is the importance to perception? I dunno, I rather like it though, I mean if I was given the power to alter the world to my whim I wouldn't refuse. In the offchance that there is no recycling big bang and the cosmos is a singular blip that will never happen again does it make you angry. Why would a rock with a little water slowly terraform into a living planet and give birth to existence, or at least singular concentrations of existence. I', not absolutely that nothing feels nothing, too much like a tree falling down in a forest with no one around. Instead of being completely redundant maybe the kinetics of that treee faling were recorded on some subatomic level, or transcribed in a small microcosm where only the tree and ground and gravitational constant exist. But the act of falling has to mean SOMETHING. Maybe there's such a big secret thats so laughable that it makes every physical exchange unimportant. Maybe the world was created yesterday in the subconcious of a newborn child, or maybe he was fully formed at the age of 47, or maybe it was a she. and we are all just fractals of their mind in a populace concordant with the god-things ability to process human personalities/souls/minds. Maybe all those thousands of years of human civilization are moot. fictitious, maybe after the creation itself was manifested it became beyond the reach of the creator. What if we had free will but were still created in a solopsist fashion. What if consciousness is just a peculiar biological necesity and doesn't mean anything aside from the fact that it accompanies intelligence. What if instead of a soul your conciousness was bound to this universe as an absolute principle. Or rather you could be built and given memories or recieve your old ones, Maybe you could be improved but thats only relevatism, because if the univers is defined as an infinity then there is always someone better. Perhaps something, maybe it isn;t a matter of how much you grasp mentally but how happy you are. Maybe we weren't meant to be gods, but have the desire to be as such. Maybe conciousness wasn't meant to incorporate an eternity but instead find finite studies, have limits, like looking at an infinitely expanding planar microchip with blurred glasses, there is so much depth width and intricacy that it's stupid to seriously assume to understand the whole mess. Just find a niche and make yourself a home, perhaps find a lady and have some children, whatch them from your silicon based porch and till your silicon fields, perhaps subscribe to a faith and acknowledge something better than you that may just compensate for your terrible flaws. I dunno, that sounds attractive to me.