mind in insanity
thought in madness
meaning where there is none
which is the meaning of all that is
What can be the moral to the one which has no. I walk this world and smtimes I'm not myself. Or maybe only in those moments I am I. And I don't know from which to fear more.
Sometimes people feel mighty, sometimes they enslave other nations and live prosperously, but in the end all become nothing, when get forgotten. Earth- some thousand years after the construction of the pyramids, some thousand years before man created the culture, some million years before it discovered itself, some tenths of millions of years before the extinction of dinosaurs, soem billion of years before the Earth formed, and some more billions of years, before the Sun formed - and all these times, events, flow in the sea of space and time of our universe, which is maybe one of the many many universes, and our Solar system is just one of hundreds of millions other star systems in our galaxy, and our galaxy is just among hundreds of billions of other galaxies. And this all is maybe a singularity in another universe. And now back from this sea of space and time I zooooooooooom back to myself - isn't it the greatest irony. I - a dust entity from exploded stars through which flow electrons and form my thoughts. No meaning, only my will, which is laughable at the scale of our universe.
What job I will choose, what future- that all is laughable, unmeaningful, microscopical, that makes me laugh in the face of all mankind, right in the face of all humans, laugh about the crowd, about the stupid crowd, who's ignorance maybe truly is their bliss. I laugh and watch at myself in despise. I am a part of the crowd. I live in the stream (mainstream) of it, I live...
and even if I dyed, it would still be following the majority. And if I lived forever, even after Andromeda galaxy crashes into ours, even after the end of our universe- I'd be the most original and the most miserable of all the mad ones that have ever lived. To be original in the scale of the universe and beyond means to be a gof, means not to follow its laws, paying for it with my sanity.
THe alternative is human, a creature, an animal, which understands that there is no salvation, and if there is such it is even worse that the destruction.
And I can not take my sword and go in the world to look for forgetness in adventures. I live on Earth, 21th century- in a world where apes think they're humans, in a world where all magic has dyed, in a world that loses memory of what it has beem- and it always is death which hides in forgetfulness. I exist in a world where there is nothing there, just a mask of illusion with which it tryes to hide from reality. In a world which apes have sabotaged and turned it in to their image- and this image is disgusting. We have taken the freedom from ourselves. We think that we are free, but in reality we are the slaves of our time, our civilization and our culture. We are slaves by our own verdict, but we don't understand that this verdict is done by ourselves. We have forgotten and that doesn't allow us to cancel it. Animals or gods? Primitive animals or insane deities, our power is in our interfaction. Our power is we not I I am insane, the crowd is stupid, but we both are human. Nor god, nor animal- human is a strange creature- sometimes a god , sometimes an animal, sometimes an insane god, sometimes a mad animal. I need to be able to decide, but we don't remember how, meybe we never knew....human- an animal at the level of instincts, a god- all are mad all are stupid- meanig is only where there is none and unmeaningless is our meaning, but we would wish it was the other way around- but I am also an insane animal, thus I'm probably mistaken and talk trash and am wrong and state primitive statements.
We are victims of our mind and playground, we are the biggest entertainment for our mind and our mind is cynical and ironical and despotical and amoral. We are the self irony of our universe. Irony that ironises about its irony.
I need an identity, I need myself. For now I am nothing- an animal with a culture, some moral and a few traditions and an ironical mind.
I am what I am
I am..................
Who am I...?
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take it easy
thought in madness
meaning where there is none
which is the meaning of all that is
What can be the moral to the one which has no. I walk this world and smtimes I'm not myself. Or maybe only in those moments I am I. And I don't know from which to fear more.
Sometimes people feel mighty, sometimes they enslave other nations and live prosperously, but in the end all become nothing, when get forgotten. Earth- some thousand years after the construction of the pyramids, some thousand years before man created the culture, some million years before it discovered itself, some tenths of millions of years before the extinction of dinosaurs, soem billion of years before the Earth formed, and some more billions of years, before the Sun formed - and all these times, events, flow in the sea of space and time of our universe, which is maybe one of the many many universes, and our Solar system is just one of hundreds of millions other star systems in our galaxy, and our galaxy is just among hundreds of billions of other galaxies. And this all is maybe a singularity in another universe. And now back from this sea of space and time I zooooooooooom back to myself - isn't it the greatest irony. I - a dust entity from exploded stars through which flow electrons and form my thoughts. No meaning, only my will, which is laughable at the scale of our universe.
What job I will choose, what future- that all is laughable, unmeaningful, microscopical, that makes me laugh in the face of all mankind, right in the face of all humans, laugh about the crowd, about the stupid crowd, who's ignorance maybe truly is their bliss. I laugh and watch at myself in despise. I am a part of the crowd. I live in the stream (mainstream) of it, I live...
and even if I dyed, it would still be following the majority. And if I lived forever, even after Andromeda galaxy crashes into ours, even after the end of our universe- I'd be the most original and the most miserable of all the mad ones that have ever lived. To be original in the scale of the universe and beyond means to be a gof, means not to follow its laws, paying for it with my sanity.
THe alternative is human, a creature, an animal, which understands that there is no salvation, and if there is such it is even worse that the destruction.
And I can not take my sword and go in the world to look for forgetness in adventures. I live on Earth, 21th century- in a world where apes think they're humans, in a world where all magic has dyed, in a world that loses memory of what it has beem- and it always is death which hides in forgetfulness. I exist in a world where there is nothing there, just a mask of illusion with which it tryes to hide from reality. In a world which apes have sabotaged and turned it in to their image- and this image is disgusting. We have taken the freedom from ourselves. We think that we are free, but in reality we are the slaves of our time, our civilization and our culture. We are slaves by our own verdict, but we don't understand that this verdict is done by ourselves. We have forgotten and that doesn't allow us to cancel it. Animals or gods? Primitive animals or insane deities, our power is in our interfaction. Our power is we not I I am insane, the crowd is stupid, but we both are human. Nor god, nor animal- human is a strange creature- sometimes a god , sometimes an animal, sometimes an insane god, sometimes a mad animal. I need to be able to decide, but we don't remember how, meybe we never knew....human- an animal at the level of instincts, a god- all are mad all are stupid- meanig is only where there is none and unmeaningless is our meaning, but we would wish it was the other way around- but I am also an insane animal, thus I'm probably mistaken and talk trash and am wrong and state primitive statements.
We are victims of our mind and playground, we are the biggest entertainment for our mind and our mind is cynical and ironical and despotical and amoral. We are the self irony of our universe. Irony that ironises about its irony.
I need an identity, I need myself. For now I am nothing- an animal with a culture, some moral and a few traditions and an ironical mind.
I am what I am
I am..................
Who am I...?
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take it easy
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