We're all trapped in physical bodies on a pale blue dot floating in the vast space of nothingness. Systems built to keep us occupied and distracted from our insignificance and loneliness.
Self-absorbed sentient speckles of dust surviving for the sake of survival; which all ends with good old cliched Death. An elaborate cosmic joke. What a grand design indeed. A purposeless grand design. BRAVA!
GrymmRipper :]
Self-absorbed sentient speckles of dust surviving for the sake of survival; which all ends with good old cliched Death. An elaborate cosmic joke. What a grand design indeed. A purposeless grand design. BRAVA!
GrymmRipper :]
Somehow you found the right words to my thoughts. The thought came randomly to you, and I randomly chanced upon your blog, finally to end up feeling like a full-circle. So does randomness have something to do in giving us completeness?
ReplyDeleteYes, it comes into a full-circle. The thing about circles is they don't end. This infinite cycle will continue. Have you ever had a long lasting sense completeness? I am caught in the cycle of deconstruction and reconstruction of the self. Random chances come up, serve their purpose for that moment and they vaporize. This one is a painful thought it is always there but I refuse to dive into it, cause if i do i'd have to shake everyone on the street and tell them to wake up. Pardon my gibber if i am not making sense, i'm a little groggy here.
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