2016-05-18 at 3:43 AM UTC
It seems to be, from my singular experience, that there are strings pulling at the direction the universe takes. Let me simply divulge that all of us play a role. Most of us play many roles. A select few of us play A role. Jesus was denied three times. How many lifetimes replicate this experience? The buddha attained nirvana. Did he not have to understand and attain nivarna first? All I can say for sure is that we are constantly evolving.
2016-05-18 at 6:01 AM UTC
In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ...
When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore.
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'
2016-06-01 at 6:44 AM UTC
What the fuck did you just say to me?
2016-06-01 at 6:05 PM UTC
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
People are not what they appear to be, the three dimensional physical and mental reality we experience is an extension of hyperspacial beings / structures existing in higher dimensions, produced in a way metaphorically similar to the way we produce ideas and concepts expressed with words, except our reality is expressed with forces like gravity and magnetism and languages like mathematics and DNA sequences. You are a part of something beyond comprehension but metaphorically similar to a machine or program, an intricate structure that extends beyond the perceived boundaries of your identity. One day you will die and all your parts will be disassembled and repurposed by the machine and it doesn't even matter at all because you were never really you in the first place, you've always just been the machine except you thought you were a person.
