These are a few ideas, lines and thoughts lingering in my head, and I desperately needed to get them out...
- The underwhelming urge of forever,
Of finding infinity by the river;
A rose growing next to a flower,
A light glowing from its giver.
(Music and poetry are forever.)
- It is a song... a song of Chinese teapots and Bengal tigers; a song of lost wars and departed fighters, a song of the time when everything was better... but such a time never really was.
- They condemned me. To life.
- What is justice? Justice is, in a way, the carrying out of righteous vengeance upon those who have sinned. But is that true justice? I'd say no. In my mind, true justice is when there is no need for vengeance, because nobody wrongs anybody else. In a way, justice is most useful when we need it the least, and the reverse is also true. In a way. I think.
- Go out today and get inspired.
- My grandfather has one of the best talents ever... a talent for appreciating. I do not mean appreciating as in being thankful for what he has (although he is that), but what I do mean is that he is able to appreciate all kinds of inspiration that are around him... he stands in awe of the magnificence of everything.
- The idea of choice, to me, is one of the greatest ideas that prove, to me, the existence of a creator. We cannot imagine a life without the idea of choice. We cannot, and do not, choose choice. We can choose or refuse to choose anything in life, but the refusal itself is a choice. Man could not have created this idea, because we are incapable of true creation. We are only able to continue from one step to the other, and can only hope to jump when we make unexpected connections.
- Our lives are collapsing probabilities. There is an infinite number of universes with infinite copies of you, but each and every one is different because of their choices. However, I'd say that not all of them are alive. Only you are truly alive, and based on each choice you make in this life, all of the other different possible outcomes based on your choice are collapsed. They are no longer probable. We keep collapsing probabilities of events until we reach a probability of one... then comes death.
- (We do not choose choice and can't imagine living without it. We do not choose death, and cannot imagine living without it. Yet, death is not a choice.)
- If we were able to travel freely in the fourth dimension, we'd be able to see a literal timeline of everyone's life. Similarly, we could see a timeline of the life of the universe. Now, is there anything to prevent our universe's timeline from intersecting with that of another universe? I'm not sure, but I'm really interested in the thought. Maybe it happened. Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. But the idea of it is just enthralling.
- (I just wanted you to know. You don't need to do anything about it or even react. You are now free to fly.)
- ...and so we spin and dance together, forever.
- The underwhelming urge of forever,
Of finding infinity by the river;
A rose growing next to a flower,
A light glowing from its giver.
(Music and poetry are forever.)
- It is a song... a song of Chinese teapots and Bengal tigers; a song of lost wars and departed fighters, a song of the time when everything was better... but such a time never really was.
- They condemned me. To life.
- What is justice? Justice is, in a way, the carrying out of righteous vengeance upon those who have sinned. But is that true justice? I'd say no. In my mind, true justice is when there is no need for vengeance, because nobody wrongs anybody else. In a way, justice is most useful when we need it the least, and the reverse is also true. In a way. I think.
- Go out today and get inspired.
- My grandfather has one of the best talents ever... a talent for appreciating. I do not mean appreciating as in being thankful for what he has (although he is that), but what I do mean is that he is able to appreciate all kinds of inspiration that are around him... he stands in awe of the magnificence of everything.
- The idea of choice, to me, is one of the greatest ideas that prove, to me, the existence of a creator. We cannot imagine a life without the idea of choice. We cannot, and do not, choose choice. We can choose or refuse to choose anything in life, but the refusal itself is a choice. Man could not have created this idea, because we are incapable of true creation. We are only able to continue from one step to the other, and can only hope to jump when we make unexpected connections.
- Our lives are collapsing probabilities. There is an infinite number of universes with infinite copies of you, but each and every one is different because of their choices. However, I'd say that not all of them are alive. Only you are truly alive, and based on each choice you make in this life, all of the other different possible outcomes based on your choice are collapsed. They are no longer probable. We keep collapsing probabilities of events until we reach a probability of one... then comes death.
- (We do not choose choice and can't imagine living without it. We do not choose death, and cannot imagine living without it. Yet, death is not a choice.)
- If we were able to travel freely in the fourth dimension, we'd be able to see a literal timeline of everyone's life. Similarly, we could see a timeline of the life of the universe. Now, is there anything to prevent our universe's timeline from intersecting with that of another universe? I'm not sure, but I'm really interested in the thought. Maybe it happened. Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. But the idea of it is just enthralling.
- (I just wanted you to know. You don't need to do anything about it or even react. You are now free to fly.)
- ...and so we spin and dance together, forever.
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