Br1ngTh3Ra1n
Bluelighter
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- Mar 4, 2014
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Day 1
The world is starting to look confusing to me.
Everything is different. I am different.
Nothing feels as it did before in this strange timeless universe. Not the taste of food, not the music I once loved entertain me anymore.
I don’t recognize my family anymore. They seem strange to me. Who are they? Who placed them here with me? Is there who?
I am everything that I once hoped never to become. I don’t trust my feelings anymore. I don’t have the slightest clue why I am here. No, not here, here.
Is He here? Is He watching? Are they all listening to my thoughts? Are they all staring at me?
How did it affect me? I was almost immune to it, I was safe against such thoughts. How did they reach me again? How did they find their way back to me?
Should I lose hope on life? Is someone looking after Me?
How could He be? How could He exist? Who made Him?
In the beginning, how can Something, that is Nothing, makes everything, including itself (or not) from the absolute nothing it was in? But then, It must have existed in something, some sort of other dimension, another reality, where other physical law would govern.
But then again, under who’s authority?
And before turning into something, does the Nothing exist in something or in nothing? And again, this Nothing, was it, or was it not, put in the absolute emptiness by a higher Something, Or n(N)othing?
Can nothing exist? Or can nothing not exist? Can something not exist in the non-existing, or existing emptiness of nothing?
Does this endless paradox exists? Or does it not?
Rather yet, how can infinity exists?
How could we go so much back in time that we will never have a beginning? Does infinity exist?
Day 2
Is there a beginning to an infinity? Or does it have neither a beginning nor an end?
Well there is probably no limit to how much we can count to. Or is there?
But shouldn’t we start counting from a number? Can there be an endless stick with only one end? Should they both not exists? Or am I just confusing between the physical world and the mathematical world? They must be identical, since we learned so much about one through the other.
Does the second endless end exists, but isn’t simply reachable? Or is it nothing by default?
Is our existing limited thoughts incapable of grasping the vastness and endless stream of nothing? Wow, so much thinking for nothing.
How can nothing trouble so much something? Should it not have no effect on the other?
Do we not, by pointlessly trying to build an image of nothing, trying to make something out of nothing?
Is this not the work of something smarter? The work of gods, maybe. Or the work of nothing, perhaps.
Day 3
Thinking and trying to solve nothing is everything to me. I have every nothing. I have everything. No, I mean nothing.
I have no idea, nothing, how this simple yet complicated idea, this enigmatic unsolvable paradox, this Pointless idea of nothing, one that have no beginning, no end, no middle and no nothing, I mean lots of nothing, could have been comprehended, mastered and created by the Nothing that created everything.
They say the answer is that it was here all along, so nothing had to be created by Nothing from nothing to make something and everything and to get us thinking about nothing in this something.
Hm, are we nothing?
This simple conclusion seems sarcastically easy for me.
But we can think. We can think about everything and nothing.
We are surely something.
Okay, let’s have this as our cornerstone.
We are Something.
Day 4
Now, before brought up to this world. Before we were born. Were we something, or were we nothing?
Is this related to the paradox of what are “we” in the first place?
Well, we are not atoms, surely not a temporary collection of them. But that’s another subject, I’ll explain that in another week.
We are neither the atoms that we eat, the star dust that made us in the first place, nor the continuing synapses that fuels our human feelings. Oh, and certainly not all the previous conditions combined.
We, we are something else. Something that thinks about everything, even nothing, inside the vastness of something that was once nothing, or was it? However, this something that we are in, is in no way related to us, to “we”, to something. Thus, we were either something somewhere else, something nowhere, nothing nowhere or nothing somewhere.
Something somewhere or nothing nowhere seem the most uplifting scenarios, and the most comprehensive ones. Nothing somewhere is poorly missing information about the existence of this somewhere, and something nowhere seems too complicated to even think about such thing.
Both look promising about finding our way back in time into nowhere and nothing.
But what about something everywhere?
Day 5
I used to think nothing is impossible, but now, something possible seems a bit harder to wrap my head around it.
Is nothing by something possible? Is something by nothing even harder? My 83 billion neurons have proven incapable of comprehending such complicated and mind twisting algorithm, The finite structure of nothing.
Something promising came to my mind while I was thinking about something, but nothing came and took it away.
Am I curving a cube into a sphere? Am I desperately trying to grasp the concept of infinity, one that is lost deep in the ocean of endless, continuous, perpetual incessant, bewildering, mystifying, perplexing, meaningless, impotent, paradoxes and mysteries?
Day 6
43 nothings, 28 somethings and a whole lot of hard thinking is not enough to comprehend, well, nothing.
How could such an obvious answer slip away every time I feel like getting close to the concept of the infinite nothing? That unadulterated unconditional unlimited boundless endless pointless timeless space less immaterial concept. Hm, this reminds me of Someone. Or Something.
Day 7
I guess, after this long and inevitable thinking, such confusions are unavoidable and necessary roots to uncover the secrets of everything, Nothing.
And, at the end of the day, we did not comprehend nothing, nor the beginning of everything, of something, or even nothing. Much less understood the concept of infinity, of the future, and of Nothing.
Well, maybe after all, we are here only to understand something. One thing and one thing only, nothing. We can understand nothing.
Wait, I mean we can’t.
The world is starting to look confusing to me.
Everything is different. I am different.
Nothing feels as it did before in this strange timeless universe. Not the taste of food, not the music I once loved entertain me anymore.
I don’t recognize my family anymore. They seem strange to me. Who are they? Who placed them here with me? Is there who?
I am everything that I once hoped never to become. I don’t trust my feelings anymore. I don’t have the slightest clue why I am here. No, not here, here.
Is He here? Is He watching? Are they all listening to my thoughts? Are they all staring at me?
How did it affect me? I was almost immune to it, I was safe against such thoughts. How did they reach me again? How did they find their way back to me?
Should I lose hope on life? Is someone looking after Me?
How could He be? How could He exist? Who made Him?
In the beginning, how can Something, that is Nothing, makes everything, including itself (or not) from the absolute nothing it was in? But then, It must have existed in something, some sort of other dimension, another reality, where other physical law would govern.
But then again, under who’s authority?
And before turning into something, does the Nothing exist in something or in nothing? And again, this Nothing, was it, or was it not, put in the absolute emptiness by a higher Something, Or n(N)othing?
Can nothing exist? Or can nothing not exist? Can something not exist in the non-existing, or existing emptiness of nothing?
Does this endless paradox exists? Or does it not?
Rather yet, how can infinity exists?
How could we go so much back in time that we will never have a beginning? Does infinity exist?
Day 2
Is there a beginning to an infinity? Or does it have neither a beginning nor an end?
Well there is probably no limit to how much we can count to. Or is there?
But shouldn’t we start counting from a number? Can there be an endless stick with only one end? Should they both not exists? Or am I just confusing between the physical world and the mathematical world? They must be identical, since we learned so much about one through the other.
Does the second endless end exists, but isn’t simply reachable? Or is it nothing by default?
Is our existing limited thoughts incapable of grasping the vastness and endless stream of nothing? Wow, so much thinking for nothing.
How can nothing trouble so much something? Should it not have no effect on the other?
Do we not, by pointlessly trying to build an image of nothing, trying to make something out of nothing?
Is this not the work of something smarter? The work of gods, maybe. Or the work of nothing, perhaps.
Day 3
Thinking and trying to solve nothing is everything to me. I have every nothing. I have everything. No, I mean nothing.
I have no idea, nothing, how this simple yet complicated idea, this enigmatic unsolvable paradox, this Pointless idea of nothing, one that have no beginning, no end, no middle and no nothing, I mean lots of nothing, could have been comprehended, mastered and created by the Nothing that created everything.
They say the answer is that it was here all along, so nothing had to be created by Nothing from nothing to make something and everything and to get us thinking about nothing in this something.
Hm, are we nothing?
This simple conclusion seems sarcastically easy for me.
But we can think. We can think about everything and nothing.
We are surely something.
Okay, let’s have this as our cornerstone.
We are Something.
Day 4
Now, before brought up to this world. Before we were born. Were we something, or were we nothing?
Is this related to the paradox of what are “we” in the first place?
Well, we are not atoms, surely not a temporary collection of them. But that’s another subject, I’ll explain that in another week.
We are neither the atoms that we eat, the star dust that made us in the first place, nor the continuing synapses that fuels our human feelings. Oh, and certainly not all the previous conditions combined.
We, we are something else. Something that thinks about everything, even nothing, inside the vastness of something that was once nothing, or was it? However, this something that we are in, is in no way related to us, to “we”, to something. Thus, we were either something somewhere else, something nowhere, nothing nowhere or nothing somewhere.
Something somewhere or nothing nowhere seem the most uplifting scenarios, and the most comprehensive ones. Nothing somewhere is poorly missing information about the existence of this somewhere, and something nowhere seems too complicated to even think about such thing.
Both look promising about finding our way back in time into nowhere and nothing.
But what about something everywhere?
Day 5
I used to think nothing is impossible, but now, something possible seems a bit harder to wrap my head around it.
Is nothing by something possible? Is something by nothing even harder? My 83 billion neurons have proven incapable of comprehending such complicated and mind twisting algorithm, The finite structure of nothing.
Something promising came to my mind while I was thinking about something, but nothing came and took it away.
Am I curving a cube into a sphere? Am I desperately trying to grasp the concept of infinity, one that is lost deep in the ocean of endless, continuous, perpetual incessant, bewildering, mystifying, perplexing, meaningless, impotent, paradoxes and mysteries?
Day 6
43 nothings, 28 somethings and a whole lot of hard thinking is not enough to comprehend, well, nothing.
How could such an obvious answer slip away every time I feel like getting close to the concept of the infinite nothing? That unadulterated unconditional unlimited boundless endless pointless timeless space less immaterial concept. Hm, this reminds me of Someone. Or Something.
Day 7
I guess, after this long and inevitable thinking, such confusions are unavoidable and necessary roots to uncover the secrets of everything, Nothing.
And, at the end of the day, we did not comprehend nothing, nor the beginning of everything, of something, or even nothing. Much less understood the concept of infinity, of the future, and of Nothing.
Well, maybe after all, we are here only to understand something. One thing and one thing only, nothing. We can understand nothing.
Wait, I mean we can’t.
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