For one moment,
try to see the world for what it truly is.
I lie back, look up
Tufts of silver and white streak the crystal sky,
Radiant sun shines through the emerald leaves which quiver delicately in the soft and fresh breeze.
Inhale,
Exhale.
We breathe,
drawing in air,
Filling these sacks of flesh we call our lungs.
Essentially we are all a series of reactions occurring as a means to fulfill a larger purpose.
Disagree?
Consider then, the alternative.
Life and existence, devoid of all meaning.
A life with no supernatural purpose other than biological existence.
What are we against the backdrop of all eternity?
Eternity,
An infinite span of being
stretching across all conceivable dimensions of space and time,
limited solely by the confines of our own imagination.
The universe is held within our own minds.
For when you break it down to the essence of all we know,
It's simply just light reflecting off of matter,
being processed by our brain.
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The argument presented in this post is the same argument that makes it difficult for me to comment on it.
I am forced to believe in the latter -- in the void. Knowing that there's so much to think about and no reason to think about it all makes me want to sleep, or to die.
"We make our own gravity to give weight to things," my friend Ani sings. Those who can truly believe in the gravity they give seem to be happier than most -- happier than me.
(still drunk by the way. i can't tell if what i'm saying is normal or not.)
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