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Life
13 years ago
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Life is but a game, and you are the player. In this game, you can do anything, reach anything, be anything. In this world, you can create the tallest skyscrapers, the most complex computers, the deepest holes, the largest farms. In this game, you are the creator, you created the world. Shaped it. Made it into your image. However, you are not alone. Not just the stars. Not just the night. Not just the daylight. You are not alone as a player. You are but a speck. A speck spread out over millions of miles. A speck barely noticeable among the other specks. The other creators. The other players. You are but something that has the power to destroy.
The power to rebuild. The power to imagine. The power to think. The power to control. You are but a single person in a sea full of uncertainty. But yet, you fight. You know you can, so you do. To you, there is no Not's and there is no No's. To you, the world is a game. A battlefield. A farm. A land full of crafting. A land that was created billions of billions of billions of years ago. A land crafted upon which you stand today. A land crafted upon which you were scattered about billions of years before.
You existed in everything. You breathed the air. You tasted the grass. The soil. The water. You absorbed the sunlight. And shrank away from the night. You were all there was. You were but billions of billions of atoms scattered across millions of miles. You were but bits and pieces concealed upon everything put together. You were but a speck upon specks. You were waiting. Waiting for your time to assemble. Waiting for your time to be created. You were there. You breathed. You were inhaled. You were drank. You were eaten. You were admired. The universe watched you. All of you. The bits and pieces, waiting for you to assemble. Finally, your time came.
The other atoms joined. New ones in their place. You were still waiting. Then, Darkness turns to light. You hear sounds. You feel things. You smell smells. And the universe smiles. The universe gets the chance to see you. The universe gets to savor the moment. The universe watches as you grow. As you create. As you imagine. The universe wants to talk to you. It sends a message from a burning star, thousands of light years away. It will not reach you this life, but it will sooner or later. However, your message has become apparent. You sent out messages. You were a messenger. You were a sender. You were the creator. Feelings. Thoughts. All sent by you. Felt by others. Heard by most. Though about by some. Philosophy. Theories. All of them together in a single sentence: "You are the creator. You create. You destroy. You build up again."
The never ending process. Thought. Built. Created. Destroyed. Thought. Built. Created. Destroyed. Over and Over. Cycle repeated. Until, it stops. It doesn't stop entirely. Only for you. For a moment. You sent a final message out to the universe. You. Now a dying star. Your final message is that you heard it. You heard its praise. You heard its love. You heard its message before it reached you. Now, you return the favor. You send out a final message. Then you burn out. The dying star. Millions of Light years away. Yet so close. Your message reaches multiple destinations. Your message touches others. They begin to create. They begin to think. The process moves on. Thought. Build. Created. Destroyed. Thought. Built. Created. Destroyed...
Suddenly, its the same. Your once again an atom. A Single atom waiting to join the others. And the Universe sees you. It wants to tell you its proud. It wants to finally tell you the meaning of life. But it cant. Its a secret that must not be shared. A secret that can only be discovered. It can only been seen inside. As you follow the path of light, you fight the darkness inside you. As you follow the path of Dark, you search for the light inside you. You become confused. You dont know anymore. You fight and fight. And the process breaks.
Thought. Destroy. Thought. Destroy. And the universe smiles. The universe still says its proud. The universe sends you another message. One that you wont receive yet, but soon. All the while, it does the same to the other players. It gives them advice. It tells them its proud. It wants to help, but cannot. So it sends messages. It sees the trouble, and it helps. It cries when its children lose. And it cheers when they complete the game. And for a second. Whether they win or lose. In death. It sees them. It tells them its proud so they can hear. It comforts them so they know its there. Then it tells them the reason. It tells them why they played the game. It tells them why they created. It tells them why they ruled. It shares its information, but its all lost soon.
The atoms depart, searching for a place to settle while it waits. While it waits to be joined again. It waits, still holding the fragments of what the universe told them. It holds close to them. When they are joined again, it puts the pieces back together. It tries to complete the never ending puzzle. Theres always a piece missing. the most important one of all. The ability to know. It retains everything else. It soon repeats the cycle. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy..................
The power to rebuild. The power to imagine. The power to think. The power to control. You are but a single person in a sea full of uncertainty. But yet, you fight. You know you can, so you do. To you, there is no Not's and there is no No's. To you, the world is a game. A battlefield. A farm. A land full of crafting. A land that was created billions of billions of billions of years ago. A land crafted upon which you stand today. A land crafted upon which you were scattered about billions of years before.
You existed in everything. You breathed the air. You tasted the grass. The soil. The water. You absorbed the sunlight. And shrank away from the night. You were all there was. You were but billions of billions of atoms scattered across millions of miles. You were but bits and pieces concealed upon everything put together. You were but a speck upon specks. You were waiting. Waiting for your time to assemble. Waiting for your time to be created. You were there. You breathed. You were inhaled. You were drank. You were eaten. You were admired. The universe watched you. All of you. The bits and pieces, waiting for you to assemble. Finally, your time came.
The other atoms joined. New ones in their place. You were still waiting. Then, Darkness turns to light. You hear sounds. You feel things. You smell smells. And the universe smiles. The universe gets the chance to see you. The universe gets to savor the moment. The universe watches as you grow. As you create. As you imagine. The universe wants to talk to you. It sends a message from a burning star, thousands of light years away. It will not reach you this life, but it will sooner or later. However, your message has become apparent. You sent out messages. You were a messenger. You were a sender. You were the creator. Feelings. Thoughts. All sent by you. Felt by others. Heard by most. Though about by some. Philosophy. Theories. All of them together in a single sentence: "You are the creator. You create. You destroy. You build up again."
The never ending process. Thought. Built. Created. Destroyed. Thought. Built. Created. Destroyed. Over and Over. Cycle repeated. Until, it stops. It doesn't stop entirely. Only for you. For a moment. You sent a final message out to the universe. You. Now a dying star. Your final message is that you heard it. You heard its praise. You heard its love. You heard its message before it reached you. Now, you return the favor. You send out a final message. Then you burn out. The dying star. Millions of Light years away. Yet so close. Your message reaches multiple destinations. Your message touches others. They begin to create. They begin to think. The process moves on. Thought. Build. Created. Destroyed. Thought. Built. Created. Destroyed...
Suddenly, its the same. Your once again an atom. A Single atom waiting to join the others. And the Universe sees you. It wants to tell you its proud. It wants to finally tell you the meaning of life. But it cant. Its a secret that must not be shared. A secret that can only be discovered. It can only been seen inside. As you follow the path of light, you fight the darkness inside you. As you follow the path of Dark, you search for the light inside you. You become confused. You dont know anymore. You fight and fight. And the process breaks.
Thought. Destroy. Thought. Destroy. And the universe smiles. The universe still says its proud. The universe sends you another message. One that you wont receive yet, but soon. All the while, it does the same to the other players. It gives them advice. It tells them its proud. It wants to help, but cannot. So it sends messages. It sees the trouble, and it helps. It cries when its children lose. And it cheers when they complete the game. And for a second. Whether they win or lose. In death. It sees them. It tells them its proud so they can hear. It comforts them so they know its there. Then it tells them the reason. It tells them why they played the game. It tells them why they created. It tells them why they ruled. It shares its information, but its all lost soon.
The atoms depart, searching for a place to settle while it waits. While it waits to be joined again. It waits, still holding the fragments of what the universe told them. It holds close to them. When they are joined again, it puts the pieces back together. It tries to complete the never ending puzzle. Theres always a piece missing. the most important one of all. The ability to know. It retains everything else. It soon repeats the cycle. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy. Think. Build. Create. Destroy..................
