The origin of my existence
03 Apr '06 13:15Time is none existent. Matter? An illusion. A delusion is the sense of self and memories never real.
Expectations give meaning to life. Life without reason. Nothing matters, and matter am I not.
A human! Of course! I am a human! A human, an animal, matter who is not. Self-aware. But, oh, so unaware. Part of many, and still alone. Part of nothing, for nothing is time, matter and me. Nothing is everything.
No need to understand existence, for I do not exist. No need to understand the origin, for I have not yet originated. No need to ask questions, for I have no way of answering. I simply do not exist, and therefore I can say without hesitation: My existence is simple, pure and exactly the way I think it should be.
If something impossible happens, then it must be real. Or it could not happen because it's impossible. It's an impossibility that I truly exist, and therefore: I am the defiant constant of the universe. The one who will not obey nothingness. I am the constant who will not adhere to insane thoughts deemed impossible. I am the constant nothingness of everything.
Nothing, I ask you, is something? Yes, for I am nothing. Still, that's impossible. If it's impossible, then it cannot happen. Here I am. I happened. Am I not impossible? Yes, I am. I am nothing who is something. I am an impossibility.
It is settled now. It's impossible that I am, and therefore I am nothing. Nothing is easy to create. I created myself. Impossible as it seems, it must therefore have happened. The origin of my existence is...
...me.
Expectations give meaning to life. Life without reason. Nothing matters, and matter am I not.
A human! Of course! I am a human! A human, an animal, matter who is not. Self-aware. But, oh, so unaware. Part of many, and still alone. Part of nothing, for nothing is time, matter and me. Nothing is everything.
No need to understand existence, for I do not exist. No need to understand the origin, for I have not yet originated. No need to ask questions, for I have no way of answering. I simply do not exist, and therefore I can say without hesitation: My existence is simple, pure and exactly the way I think it should be.
If something impossible happens, then it must be real. Or it could not happen because it's impossible. It's an impossibility that I truly exist, and therefore: I am the defiant constant of the universe. The one who will not obey nothingness. I am the constant who will not adhere to insane thoughts deemed impossible. I am the constant nothingness of everything.
Nothing, I ask you, is something? Yes, for I am nothing. Still, that's impossible. If it's impossible, then it cannot happen. Here I am. I happened. Am I not impossible? Yes, I am. I am nothing who is something. I am an impossibility.
It is settled now. It's impossible that I am, and therefore I am nothing. Nothing is easy to create. I created myself. Impossible as it seems, it must therefore have happened. The origin of my existence is...
...me.
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