Do you miss primordial chaos yet?
The reason why nothing matters.
A blur of sensory experiences recorded only in volatile memory.
It’s the uppermost boundary we have access to in this simulation.
“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater
And it’s so damn good to be here. In the cold, in the hot, in the empty. It’s a good suffering
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
Shit
Nothing means anything, just find your happiness where you can and be good to each other.
Bunch of tree dwelling apes who developed language to tell good vs leoparded trees after most of the trees went too far and are going extinct by finding a great filter they can’t invent out of.
It is what it is
Sera que sera
Shadows dancing on the cave walls of our biology.
Chaos+ entropy+ lots of space and time. Everything is in motion of some kind. Nothing will ever be like it once was. Enjoy yourself when you can. Love your self and respect life. Be kind to those that have less than you. Look at creation and wonder.
A companion generator for God.
This
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see…
I’m just a poor booy, I need to sympathy (cause he’s easy come, easy go, little high, little low)
That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.
