……It’s more matter than antimatter but we’re still just a dream, that will soon run out of steam, a momentary gleam in an extremely focused light beam, god particles is what polishes and crystallizes the dream, closing and stitching up the seams, the human concept and idea were conjured in such universal meditative schemes, here science doesn’t make sense of the dream, the dream makes sense of the science, we create what’s seen as we see it, thought don’t just come from bodies, it built bodies to embody, then from there internal forces set courses that confuse the true origin of these forces, so it can look back at itself, to inspect and maintain from a place of stealth, our flesh and bones are just intricate parts of itself, a deeper consciousness is the observer, it’s twisting our reality so it can see further.
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We're here because we're here - That's all we can possibly know for sure.
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We are here at the end of whatever chain reactions that produced our life form, we also know what we don’t know, which in itself produces a perceptual experience in itself….. we know our intelligence has culminated to philosophic form, which has help to form our scientific reasoning…. Why did nature produce such a creature or is all living things endowed with intelligence to want to survive and not be killed would eventually culminate to…. Because we have no book of instructions the obvious will have to do..
But for me I cannot even be sure of that. I cannot know what I don't know, and all speculation gives me a blinding headache.
Take care of yourself.
Amen
That`s the kind of questing I like!
Your writing is going up and up (imo).
Thanks glad you enjoyed it!
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