We can live in this world not asking why and how.
Does nature care what we think about it?
Why think at all?
To stay alive we mostly don’t even need to be conscious of our own working, we just do what we should mostly when we should unless our observer intervenes.
So we learn to stay out of the way and allow free flow of our awareness as a way to maximize our living.
What does our mind dream of?
Staying alive forever unless we are in pain.
Then we want to end the pain.
Oblivion is one answer to pain.
If I’m not here, who can feel the pain?
Too easy.
Master the pain.
What is pain?
I’d look into it.
Look at this body, what a waste of engineering not to ride it out I say.
Living is my act of rebellion.
We do what we are made to do.
Stay alive as long as we can to birth and protect the next generation.
We live on through our genes?
Self awareness is a genetic burp as far as I can make out, genetic destiny looking back on itself.
I like to forget myself more and more.
When we don’t think about things, we are open.
There is no ending because there is no beginning.
It’s just all flowing together.
I don’t make the distinctions Dan does, which is why my fluid position can never be understood.
What he thinks is ending, is just his own ignorance about himself.
I’m happy to add to that flame
How high can we get the flames to go?
Can god smell creation burning?
Will anything witness us burning into ashes?
Does it matter?
It’s a slippery slope on cold mountain.
Watch your step, or it could be your last.
Best to stay with the others.
Things don’t need to, nor do they mean, more than they are.
Being seems more than enough to me.
Now if I had been born in the ice age, that would have been what it was.
It’s a tricky thing to look at yourself in the mirror.
No one can fool you better than you can fool yourself.
Sometimes, when no one is looking, the mask falls away.
It is those moments I feel most aware of myself.
When I do not need to front a projection.
I can just be.
This is a neural simulation around you, which soon becomes obvious of you look through images.
The real is not a desert, it is surrounded by one, it is such a garden as we have never imagined.
I would pay anything for a sniff or glimpse.
It cannot be held or obtained or earned.
Fate is ironic.
Fuck fate.
What is the matrix?
Control.
How do you escape?
Embrace it.
See through it.
Grapple with nihilism.
Let it all go Neo.
Doubt, fear, regret, belief.
Free your mind.
Free my mind.
No problem.
**JUMP**
**SPLAT**
What does that mean?
Everybody falls the first time.
Right Trin?
The garden is our first and last fairytale.
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