The great question beckons me - why is life experienced?
Why when these chemicals combine does the computation of sensation become reality?
Why when the Universe was born without life did the energy mix and twirl through time to form perception?
The self. Is it anything more than a response to stimuli?
Can we truly say we have free will when all we do is react by instinct?
Even when we apply effort, it is still the natural order of the Universe guiding you.
Everything that happens in this world is Truth.
The timeline of the Universe is the ultimate answer to what is?
Everything that happens within its scope is the one reality, the one experience of our universe.
Is there a meaning to all of this?
Everything is interconnected, that much we know
Math studies the laws of reality, logic is the key to knowing Truth
But what about the Truth of the individual?
We're not just "atoms", for the atoms combine to form something that experiences itself and knows itself.
But this mind, these neurons processing in our brain -- is reality the chemical producing it or the self experiencing it?
Are our thoughts real? Or are they just imagination?
We can't read a neural pathway to interpret the thought it produces.
Only the person experiencing it can know it, thus their reality is their own.
Identity is all that yourself produces cognitively.
Individuality is all which your identity forms to define your self.
Awareness is the Universe experiencing itself, questioning itself, pondering about its own cosmic size.
We are but its children, we are what the Universe truly is.
A complex, enormous reality, with a structure.
Like a personality, it's scattered and vast and difficult to truly understand.
We are the neurosis of our Universe, the character of its judgment.
Pain is the frightening reality of mixed energy being reshaped against the whole.
And the world keeps spinning
And the planet keeps orbiting
And our galaxy keeps floating
And our universe keeps expanding
And we find ourselves approaching infinity wondering if reality can truly inhabit such a concept.
Could our Universe belong to such a cosmic structure?
Is infinity the true guiding force of all reality?
Is reality too small a term to describe all that is?
Perhaps the better word is "all".
Endless, unimaginable length.
He who places no limit to the boundaries of the Universe.
It began that infinity existed before time.
The origin of matter is basic.
It is merely a filling of that endless boundary.
Forming itself by a code, a law.
The law says nothing can be destroyed nor created, its state merely altered.
But before creation there were different rules.
There was an infinity waiting to erupt.
And it will swallow us whole again.
Returning to its womb, the void which goes on.
We will embrace our eternal slumber
In the arms of all energy again.
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