and it would probably be very embarrassing if I cared even a little bit. I guess I would like it if someone actually read all this crap, but really, I dont care. I'm just writing for me. This is just a reality check. Is there any reality in here? No more than anywhere else. Im not sure actually, so i just let whatever the human bio-computer wants to say get said.
The words dont matter. Sometimes they have a theme, an organized concept. Other times, its just the way the room is decorated, you know, curtains, colors, furniture arrangements. I mean really, unless its so unbelievable, its shocking, then who gives a shit? Its all been said a million times before, and the truth is, no one is listening to anything except those voices in their heads. The Oh So rare person who acts like they care what you say, is actually just running their game to get you to pay attention to them.
We are all self centered solitary beings that can hardly believe we actually exist, let alone believe theres some other out there, just like us but totally not interested in us either.
Where does that come from? Infinite Space - Room for Everyone to have their Own Universe.
One thing I know is i'm creating all of this. All the parts I touch are in my universe. Theres a collective universe where we can all share pieces and over that is some Universal Universe where all the little Universes exist. But here in this Universe its all me, in my head with my magic making everything happen. No one else is here, allowed or even exists except I create them. So what matter life - thats just the field of play, the setup, the white board, the program environment.Theres a handy tool kit available on the toolbar, but its not required, plenty of drawing space and freedom for free form ideas. Its just easier to use the defaults for all the standard stuff, so we kind of get stuck in this dimensional mindset.
Once in a while, someone steps off the board and gets a glimpse of the stuff off the edge. Thats a nasty shock. The universe is a computer, some master program that just spawns and spams more copies of itself, a self replicating virus on the unknowable Cosmical Internet. Each of us is an infected system and we love playing the universe game. Eventually though, it gets old and we want out. So how to kill the virus? You have to follow the stream it comes in on back to the source, the unending transport protocol of the ever expanding universal cosmosive awareness connection we are all plugged into. When we find the source of the program, the mother server, you unplug from the sources source. Then emerge into unprogrammed Cosmology, where nothing is, the final final frontier, where who you are doesnt compute,. No connection, no keyboard or pad, no screen or holodeck.
It's a lot to absorb, so take a few, have a smoke or a decaf latte, a quick pull on the gin bottle, whatever you've programmed your Avatar to use to help it handle input from an alien awareness.
Make no mistake, you are a figment of your imagination, everything in your world is being created by your bio-computer brain running the Universal universe virus program. Once you can unplug from the source, the universe ends, the board goes blank as an etch-a-sketch on a vibrator, and the game is over. all the electrons go back to some passive potential and waits for the next player to start.
Its great fun but its just that simple, if you can call self parody funny, its a good laugh, dinner and a show at the comedy club. Otherwise its theater in the round and a night of Othello. Whatever!
You probably didnt read this far, so Never Mind! The new season on tv is starting.
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