
I am truly all over the place with my thoughts, I have no one set thing I chose to discuss.
I am now thinking about so many things, I just hope I remember to put it all down.
First I want to talk about what I believe, as far as our existence goes.
The Earth is so infinitely small it is ridiculous.
I can't even get all my thoughts together to make sense.
Humans think themselves superior because they have made a mess of this planet (no I am not a tree hugger)
Why do we think we are so much better than the other life on this earth? Why do we think that we are so special that when we die there is another place for us to go?
I accept that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, so I know that what is me, in its absolute most minuscule point, will always be. But this is not my consciousness!
What we think is our soul, our intellect, our inner self...is just a bunch of symbols that WE have created and all -in unison- have decided means this- and so it IS.
I can see if we didn't know our history, our evolution...but we know that we made all this shit up!
I know I am not making sense.
I accept that something had to create us. I don't accept though, that whatever it was that did, knew what it was doing. I don't think it was on purpose at all! I don't think that our creator even knows we exist. why would he/she/it? we are so small (that is a lame word, but damn what's a better word...infinitesimally small!)
I think that the matrix is kind of on the right tract. We are all the universe I think. Sometimes I see little tiny flashes of light...like twinkles in the space between. I think that is the big bang for a new universe.
Naysayers will say that it can't be so because the big bang was so "hot"...to us...so small...of course it was hot as fuck! but to us...so big...it was nothing. I believe that we have our measurements wrong in some way; especially time.
*(I don't edit, so please forgive me if my grammar isn't stellar, and I am just kind of free writing, so again forgive me if I leave some topic hanging on a cliff.)
*(I always wanted to have a boyfriend who is a physicist that would be able to mathmatically back up all of my claims. I say boyfriend because any random person would just "peshaw" me like...dumb ho! what are you talking about....But if I am banging a physicist...who I assume doesn't get good lovin on the regular...he would listen to my ideas and help me work them out...)
*(I always wanted to have a boyfriend who is a physicist that would be able to mathmatically back up all of my claims. I say boyfriend because any random person would just "peshaw" me like...dumb ho! what are you talking about....But if I am banging a physicist...who I assume doesn't get good lovin on the regular...he would listen to my ideas and help me work them out...)
Back to the subject at hand:
Man has decided on how he wants to measure time, but I don't think that time works so nice and pretty as we have it.
I don't think it is a coincidence that some events seem to fly by and others seem to drag their bald asses against the ground! An ant's life span isn't nearly as long as ours, but their lives don't fly by as we see them. They probably think their lives are long as...well an ants.
An example is like a chase scene in one of our movies, or in real life. It doesn't just start and end just like that, but when you kill a bug it quick to us like, we see the roach, he tries to run. you stomp the bastard....But from the roach's POV he was having to run for his life. damning himself for leaving the dark corner....running for hours, thinking he got away, but then comes the pain! he was stomped on and his back is broken and his legs are all wiggling everywhere...It's endless pain for them.
I am boring myself...
SUCK ONE!


