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Reality is the matter we act upon, using energy.
I believe it is your responsibility to properly use energy you control. Moreover, you will always have excess energy that you need to dispose of somehow (living things need to collect more energy than is absolutely required, or they risk death).
Note that a collection of energy that is expended improperly is called a "bomb".
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.....
I'm just a poor booy, I need to sympathy (cause he's easy come, easy go, little high, little low)
A simulation.
A really really bad joke.
“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater
And it's so damn good to be here. In the cold, in the hot, in the empty. It's a good suffering
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
An entangled subset of states within an unobservable wave function.
It is what it is
Sera que sera
We are made of star stuff, just like rocks, but we are curious and can learn. We are a way for the universe to know itself. We process matter with our industry and our digestive systems.
Just like a spider knows how to spin a web without being taught, we carry instinctual knowledge, but we also carry cultural knowledge from our life experiences. We are like organic computers. Emotions are a different way to solve problems when our logic fails.
I can sum it up in just 1 word.
"Bullshit."
How Fiona Apple
I support
That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.
All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Bill Hicks
(Removed a sentence & half to hit 40 words)
https://youtu.be/NWHaw0RRCHc
Shadows dancing on the cave walls of our biology.
Bunch of tree dwelling apes who developed language to tell good vs leoparded trees after most of the trees died; went too far and are going extinct by finding a great filter they can't invent out of.
Do you miss primordial chaos yet?
Chaos+ entropy+ lots of space and time. Everything is in motion of some kind. Nothing will ever be like it once was. Enjoy yourself when you can. Love your self and respect life. Be kind to those that have less than you. Look at creation and wonder.
Reality is what you make of it.
Totally blank page by default?
Hell no. Canvas full of random fucked up shit right from the start. But still, it is what you make of it.
It's like finding faces in the texture of the carpet.
Naming blobs of a Rorschach test.
I think I would take the Rorschach test more seriously if they just stopped using erotic pictures of my mom.
The worst timeline.
The reason why nothing matters.
Everyone is an actor and I'm in a truman show. Except the ratings are one of five stars and nobody want to watch this shitshow and the writer are already trolling me with these ridiculous plotlines. Felon President? What next?
(Exactly 40 words, if "I'm" is considered 1 word)
You're the second person to note the 40. I intentionally said "about". That means anywhere from 0 to 100
"Or less" doesn't allow for +/- tolerances. It is a maximum tolerance of 40 or less with or without the "about." If you meant 100 words or less you should edit the title because noone is going to get that it means 0 to 100 wprds from "about 40 words or less."
But why approximate when I can do it precisely? 😉
This
A blur of sensory experiences recorded only in volatile memory.
A companion generator for God.
A mere coincidence. The world just randomly happened to be like this. And you just randomly happened to be a human
Nothing means anything, just find your happiness where you can and be good to each other.
It’s the uppermost boundary we have access to in this simulation.
Shit
“Then one where Trump won the damn 2024 election.” It’s THAT universe.
A reaction to the creator's poetry. Like contriving words for a tune. Except instead of words it's sights, sounds, money, gravity, thoughts, people, etc.