Ideas
are all life is, it is what we learn in our ignorance, our behaviour
and being to exist, their is no point to life except the existence,
behaviour and ignorance and it is the only use
We
all begin as we are and end where we are, where we go we make more of
ourselves and these are what we created in return, being the
creatures of these creations that are the only existent outside us.
So
then we are to ask ourselves what our emptiness and creation are in
the the place called life, that is no more a place of pain or joy but
rather welcomes all sorts of becoming.
The
becoming of ourselves
the
self can create a vastness of things from his imagination which is no
more intelligent nor dumb in its causal returns of information, which
creates the landscapes we see and decide as we ponder on them
coherently and curiously while exploring their sides complete and
manifest. We create what we see from reflections on the concept that
create it and further it accordingly.
The
God above is neither and not found and it is not to be understood as
a means to an end because it can not be effected by the person hood
nor by the self above, it is the object that cannot be moved for it
has moved you yet stands ajar from the world, when the world can
encounter it again and again!
Our
selves of creation in the nothing are effected by divinities above
whome are each effected by the self and above that God, but he is but
one process of many within the fermanence of the world and its
becoming towards an end not yet seen.
Our
existence is a time of passing seconds that must live on because the
construction of our meanings and other, are to us the perspective
goal of our end, within jewelled ships on journey across the planes
of existence and life. The objects of our being, beckon the becoming
of life unto life and take hold of each passing second.
We
can live each second creating the world, building eternal landscapes
of the great creation, or we can live among friends just as much the
creation of landscapes, while being able to create the universal we
can transcend within multiverses of less and more then infinity, such
that the whole spectrum of existence presents itself within our
choices creations and interactions with other worlds.
We
can form entireties of a universe so transcendentally complex the
word masui has a meaning we can grasp.
Our
freedom in the world, is not so much a problem as it is a quest to
the becoming of the world one is, while solving the troubles to that
end in a maze of circles that can withstand numerous distinctive
differences, while the trip congrudes at systems of angles. We exist
in a space of spaces with properties that vary in kind twice above!
Twice
above because the world is firstly of our vision, second of our
vision mental, the swapping is transient to the becoming of each
form, the way to each wonder is but a glimpse unto the things above,
that change too below.
When
we create one world we can travel through it eternally so long as it
occupies us as it is said, then we depart to the next to see the
world from angles above, where the natures fade out into other
translations of an echoed telephone.
Our
work is not only in the first or second page but transient to the
overcome.
The
world is a thing beyond a multiverse, that translates to us the
natures it can and could, while being taken on by its angled
refurbishment of itself into new formations of being.
Life
is the quality that every nature has become ignored simply by the
distraction of another unto the next forever, while the remnants of
exploration create but new data in our journey across stars without
ships, while transient on the boats of dreams.
We
sleep in peace across the merry way of yonder, not far from quakes of
things gone by.
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