His carving style is well rehearsed.
I was doing some thinking today, usually when i get myself in the most trouble. Started thinking about life and what each one of us really means. We are all inadequate and exponentially inferior to what we could be if we never held ourselves back, that's one thing i concluded.
Another is that it doesn't matter if we're here or not here. We're all replaceable and we're all just victims of circumstances we created. The cockroach one steps one was not meant for solely one person to step on. Anything that one person can do another can duplicate, so therefore if one is missing than the task that would have done would still have been completed by the other.
So i ask what's the point of us fighting and struggling and gnawing at the tit of life for something that we never had control over nor will ever matter. Yes, individual actions will affect other close individuals but they will not affect the macrocosm of the universe or make the slightest ripple in the ocean of time and space. What are we really? Sometimes i feel like we're all flies smashed against the windshield of life's vehicle constantly looking in till the wiper blades of death smear us into nothingness.
Than what is life? Is life a living breathing entity that we believe ourselves to be or is it just a nothing made up everything.
Is it a body? Are we all cells? Lung cells, skin cells, blood cells, tissue cells, human cells? If that is true what is the manifestation of that body, what does it look like? Are we all harbors for trillions upon trillion of universes that shift and feel what we feel and are searching within us for themselves?
They say God made us in his image. Is he too than a questioning disease ridden phobia stricken sheep that so many of us are?
How will we be defined?
How will we find whatever we need to before the lanterns of out souls are extinguished?
Why are we here and why can't we leave?
And someone said i was fatalistic today. . .
Another is that it doesn't matter if we're here or not here. We're all replaceable and we're all just victims of circumstances we created. The cockroach one steps one was not meant for solely one person to step on. Anything that one person can do another can duplicate, so therefore if one is missing than the task that would have done would still have been completed by the other.
So i ask what's the point of us fighting and struggling and gnawing at the tit of life for something that we never had control over nor will ever matter. Yes, individual actions will affect other close individuals but they will not affect the macrocosm of the universe or make the slightest ripple in the ocean of time and space. What are we really? Sometimes i feel like we're all flies smashed against the windshield of life's vehicle constantly looking in till the wiper blades of death smear us into nothingness.
Than what is life? Is life a living breathing entity that we believe ourselves to be or is it just a nothing made up everything.
Is it a body? Are we all cells? Lung cells, skin cells, blood cells, tissue cells, human cells? If that is true what is the manifestation of that body, what does it look like? Are we all harbors for trillions upon trillion of universes that shift and feel what we feel and are searching within us for themselves?
They say God made us in his image. Is he too than a questioning disease ridden phobia stricken sheep that so many of us are?
How will we be defined?
How will we find whatever we need to before the lanterns of out souls are extinguished?
Why are we here and why can't we leave?
And someone said i was fatalistic today. . .