So. I’ve got this thing here. And. I’m pretty sure my parents are trying to convince me I’m insane. I mean. My mother already thinks I’m in a cult because I draw a Triforce on my hand every so often. But please. Let us not digress to far. I am here to question the value of a human thought.
In general… Consensus determines correctness. Naturally many humans question many different things. A thought with significant proof and less detractions is considered stronger, and in time, correct or proven. So we have these roaming ideas that can be scientifically or logically backed. But we also have slightly more ridiculous notions that has no evidence and seems right no matter what argument is presented before it. Personal philosophy. Its kind of another thing this whole documentation series (its not worth calling it a blog with this activity) is about. I celebrate an independent mindset with unwavering niches of the right and the wrong. Makes things fun. But how can anyone ever determine whose idea, at this point, is right? Is my 10 year old brother’s analysis not just as valid as that of a notorious columnist? Theories are presented, and often largely supported, but still have no direct answers to the fundamentals of our in-existence.
So yeah. Religion. Hot topic, I’m aware. Almost every global religion sports a ‘verified’ of creation, past, present, future, and mostly, reasoning to affirm their held values and truth. But it is completely ridiculous to assume that all of these can be correct, or that one is more correct than the other. I’m sort of undermining my alma mater of Roman Catholic here, but whatever. Later than lately, a praised man resurrected theories of evolution, which is certainly a proven theory,and thus highly diminishes the value of most religions. Naturally, we too evolved from some place. Sure, more closely from human look-alikes. But even before then, from apes, other mammals, and in the early days of ruin, even bacteria. But how. Bacteria must have evolved from somewhere as well. The most popular human theory to make truth of our existence is the Big Bang. You’ve all heard of it. Super-mother-fucking dense mass explodes, unleashing ridiculous amounts of energy across the ever expanding universe. But. This super dense mass. Like. Really? What? WHAT? WHAT IS THIS THING? YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THERE’S A RANDOMLY GENERATED SUPER-DENSE MASS IN THE MIDDLE OF SPACE THAT DECIDED TO ERUPT AND BRING LIFE TO THE WORLD? Yeah. No. Well. Here’s where the mindfuck comes into play…
The ‘laws’ of our world state that energy cannot be created and destroyed. Well. This is impossible. Fuck yes I’m arguing Newton. When you think about origins, you understand that energy has to have come from somewhere. Theres no other explanation. But if searching for the beginning of the beginning, there is no source for energy to come from, technically. So what’s going on here is an impossible creation. We. Are. Impossibilities. Every one of us. We can’t exist. It’s impossible, by the laws of our world. Our world. The rules played by OUR world cannot sophisticate themselves to encompass a theory of creation.
So there is only one option. There is another world. World meaning more like… Universe. With a different set of rules. Somehow a void has been crossed between these two realms, leaking in waves of somehow insanely powerful energy, generating the universe we know.
This is really how I see it right now. It’ll probably blow over soon, but hey. Anyways. Do I now qualify as insane? Simply because my theory differs from that of… Just about everyone else’s? Well. I’m sure some of you can follow my logic here. Some of you believe in science. Which I went over. Some of you believe in God, or a figure of the like. But even he/she/they must have come from somewhere. Some of you just. Don’t believe in anything. Cool. That used to be me.
So. Back to my excuse for a reality, here. Basically. We are a universe that is unfit to exist. We’re simply the toxic waste dump of some world (that I can only hope is) far greater than our own. Our world is full, of disagreements, violence, poor planning/systems, and straight up nothingness. I wouldn’t call life on one planet out of millions very successful. What are we? What’s the reality? Is it a dream? Who knows the truth? Everything. Is. Staged.
There’s honestly way too much to write about when it comes to this world and how I feel about it. But I’ve basically just convinced myself that I’m insane… And I fucking like it. Our world is not fit for reality.
And. I love Kyle Landry. The pianist in that nigh invisible link below.
That is all.