08-02-2017, 12:00 AM
Serloco lol. Reality is fragile and fluid. That is the beauty of individuals, we each create reality and see it, judge it, in the ways we desire. I see reality and I see a bunch of fucked up assholes leading our spinning globe. I switch to a different multiverse and it's less stupid. I switch to meditation and the globe is a peaceful sphere of art. Everyone decides their AP--so why am I choosing to frustrate myself? 
Do I crave an imperfect world so that I feel needed? Is everyone really at peace with themselves? Are we really not on the brink of a nuclear war due to imaginary friends (religions)?
I don't know, really. I mean, I dream and my dreams and meditations tell me reality is perfect. The news tells me we're at war. My neighbor tells me someone is stealing her mail. My boss tells me there's not enough funding for education, but there's certainly enough money being made to go to war. It's hilarious all the **** I hear. One study says soy milk is good for you, another says it'll make me grow boobs (if I was a man this would be an issue).
Conflicting information is out there. It's up to us to decide what's real and what matters. Yet--I'm still annoyed with sheep xD if I were God, it would feel like watching an ant-farm and dropping in a glop of honey into the corner near the exit and then watching the ants scurry in every direction except toward the glop.
I guess I could just not care what happens to people. I could be like those **** kids on the news who recorded a video of a man drowning instead of making the effort to save a life. I mean, I've considered being that type of ****. I've tried to be that type of **** and sometimes I succeed. Generally, I want to leave things better than I've found them and that means some degree of caring is necessary; and that implies some degree of unavoidable frustration.
Do I crave an imperfect world so that I feel needed? Is everyone really at peace with themselves? Are we really not on the brink of a nuclear war due to imaginary friends (religions)? I don't know, really. I mean, I dream and my dreams and meditations tell me reality is perfect. The news tells me we're at war. My neighbor tells me someone is stealing her mail. My boss tells me there's not enough funding for education, but there's certainly enough money being made to go to war. It's hilarious all the **** I hear. One study says soy milk is good for you, another says it'll make me grow boobs (if I was a man this would be an issue).
Conflicting information is out there. It's up to us to decide what's real and what matters. Yet--I'm still annoyed with sheep xD if I were God, it would feel like watching an ant-farm and dropping in a glop of honey into the corner near the exit and then watching the ants scurry in every direction except toward the glop.
I guess I could just not care what happens to people. I could be like those **** kids on the news who recorded a video of a man drowning instead of making the effort to save a life. I mean, I've considered being that type of ****. I've tried to be that type of **** and sometimes I succeed. Generally, I want to leave things better than I've found them and that means some degree of caring is necessary; and that implies some degree of unavoidable frustration.