How is it possible that “the devil and all evil will be destroyed”? I would absolutely LOVE anyone’s comments on this subject after they’ve read all of my banter of course. =)
Rip it apart with elegant common sense! How can good exist without a basis for comparison? Evil is the measurement of good. Good is the measurement of evil.
Anyone have a comment on this? I think my problem is I have too many illusionists on my friends’ list lol. So many fake people…afraid to be real.
Perhaps I’ll post nothing but positive things so people will be jealous of my life and it will increase my illusion of what people think about me.
Perhaps I’ll pretend I don’t know what goes on behind closed doors in everyone’s lives.
Perhaps there’s no benefit at all to being real. Reality is interpreted by the interpreter. If I consider myself being ‘real’ it’s only because I interpret it that way. That in itself is being real. I think.
Don’t measure yourself or others by anything that the earth will reclaim in due time.
Ask any rock the meaning of life, he will tell you true knowledge is knowing that you nothing.
Hack your mind to the best of your abilities (as if you even have a choice) to become as comfortable as possible with your own interpretation of life through practicing thought control and being careful to avoid the many pitfalls so many others are stuck in…value positivity above all else in our beloved temporary forever and grow your wisdom to a level that is comfortable to live with day by day no matter what the circumstances.
The fact is that we don’t even exist… time doesn’t exist, size doesn’t exist, yet here we are with our BIOS scurrying through a life in which all important questions are never answered and therefore placed on the back burner in our minds.
The world truly is yours and everything in it. It only exists because you interpret it. Without you, the world has ended. You aren’t there though, so you don’t know it has ended. “Know” no longer exists for you as death has released you from interpreting the world’s existence.
The theory I’ll go with is that earth is simply a petri dish for higher life forms. We code with C++, they code with DNA.
Chaotic humans chasing bigger & better things. We never had a choice. I feel great about something I should feel terrible about because I’ve controlled the interpretation. I feel terrible about something I should feel great about because I’ve again controlled the interpretation. If aliens/god/demons/flying spaghetti monster/whatever truly exists, well that’s just peachy. No wait, that sucks. No wait, I wanna meet em.
One thing I can’t seem to ignore is the complexity of all around us. Sure, gravity pulls, but surely something made it pull. The fact that it pulls at all is something to ponder…like…who/what wrote that law? Your nervous system alone is something phenomenal to behold…a masterpiece of elegant code beyond our infant minds. The fact that you can read this at all and formulate an opinion of your own is so insanely improbable when you consider 0.00001% of the chaotic activities of the universe.
I don’t know where I’m going with all of this, it’s just more mindless bloggery that only someone truly bored on Facebook would ever read. Anyone is welcome to comment. If you think your ‘class’ is higher than mine or whatever other illusion you’ve fabricated for yourself wont allow you to stoop to my level, feel free to ___________
Did your mind Adlib something negative?
I have no class. I am a product of a fuck. That’s my class. I will make money to support my family. I will show my family a wide spectrum of emotions depending on what the situation calls for. I will randomly hug and kiss my wife & kids because love is the most powerful action which releases just the right combinations of chemicals in our brains to promote health and happiness when the entire world is hellbent to stress us out. I will train my sons to be men to the best of my abilities. All of this makes me nothing more than a product of a fuck living on X point in my personal timeline between birth and death, trying to do my best according to the wise teachings of people who have lived and died.
Don’t build your mental foundation on sand…your tower will go high quickly but collapse is inevitable. As the years tick by you keep building and collapsing. You’re happy, you’re sad. You’re born, you die.
In any case, don’t believe them when they tell you wisdom will bring you happiness. To obtain true wisdom, you have to first value the truth in all things. Good luck finding true happiness when you’ve absolutely destroyed it by making a habit of seeing the truth in everything.
Sure, wisdom helps you in ways, it keeps you safe, it keeps you smart, keeps you ahead of the pack and healthy. Anyone who is truly wise no matter who they are has purposefully fabricated their happiness. They’ve turned their back on the truth for the sake of happiness. It seems the truth is that you have to lie to yourself…once you’ve had enough of the sad sick truth of life…you start practicing ways to lie to yourself for the sake of happiness. Force a smile on your face in your darkest hour, when you’re lost in your thoughts, your brain will magically release feel good chemicals as if a button were pressed. The smile becomes less faked since it is chemically backed now. Make a habit of it and you’ll become a social god, I guarantee it. Choosing that route is wonderful for having friends, having people care about you, all of the sociological desires that the average person has can be obtained by fabricating happiness.
I still can’t deny the deep truths my wandering mind has come across in my years on the dirtball. It seems the mind is an ocean and to find the islands with buried treasure on them, you have to go through rough seas that most wouldn’t bother steering their vessel toward. There are great gifts on the frayed ends of sanity, it’s when we stop searching for them that we stop obtaining them.
I suppose I will start working on happiness as soon as I’ve burned my soul enough with self-inflicted mental suffering. I will continue to hack myself as far as I possibly can in the hopes that when I die, the worms will grow legs due to eating my brain.
One of these days I’m sure I’ll get bored with this mental tomfuckery and re-embrace my comedic personality…I guess I have to wait until I give a shit about entertaining superficial acquaintances and building an ego again…
Suffering and experience are definitely life’s greatest teachers. Like that one guy prayed, “Living just isn’t hard enough, burn me alive inside”. He knows.
In a very bloggy mood today…no clue why…I blame Monsanto.