I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you
Don’t look now, but you’re standing on yourself. Don’t look now, but your problems are in the dirt beneath your feet. Don’t look now, but your ancestors are mingling in the trees outside your window.
Look now.
Look at us. What are we? What are we, but mere moving objects that inhabit this earth? What makes us anymore superior than the animals in the wild and the plants that give us oxygen? We have intelligence. We have communicable voices. We have culture. But we aren’t special.
Look now.
Look inside your mind. Everything you love, everything you hate, everything that keeps you going every day and every single problem you make comes from your mind. Of course, there are things you can touch. People you can embrace. Objects you can hold. But what makes these people—these objects—any different from anything else on this earth without our minds making them so? What makes culture culture? Every idea, every song, every love and every hatred has come from someone’s or some group of ones’ minds.
Look now.
Look at the abstract now. Imagine we all die out. One day, far from now, we won’t be here. Some horrible disaster, mass disease, upsets in our bodies, what have you. But one day, imagine that day. Imagine that day that we aren’t here. Now imagine, some years far from that time which is far from now, humans evolve again from the microorganisms and animals that we may have come from. We will never be the same. Because ideas will differ and culturally-constructed theories and ways of life will be totally different from what they are now, because the thoughts of those theories and ways will be different. Things are only how they are now because we believe them to be. Things are only how they are now because enough people nodded in agreement and said, “That’s the way it is.”
Look now.
Take a second to look at the earth around you. Now look at the things that surround you—your room, the trees and birds and clouds outside, your clothes, your trash, people you love, objects you throw away.
Look. And realize that we are all one.
Because one day, you will die. One day, you will either be buried deep in the earth you walk on or your ashes will fly away into a faraway place. Either way, once your heart is no longer beating, you will continue to be on this earth. Inside of it, on top of it, floating in its air, you will be there. Now look at this: All of your ancestors that came before you had the same fate. All of your deceased idols went through this same process. Living, death, decomposition. And look at this: Some part of them are still—and will always be—on this earth. Once cut from life, you won’t dissolve into the outer space around this planet. You will stay on this earth, and you will cycle.
Look now. Everyone and everything that has ever been and ever will be on this earth is on it right at this moment.
The elements that made up the bodies of the dead have scattered throughout this planet. The unborn are lingering in two separate bodies—one egg, one sperm, waiting to be united. These egg- and sperm-holding bodies are walking this earth feeding off of the plants and minerals that came from this earth that hold the elements of the bodies that used to be right where they’re standing. Right where you’re standing.
Are you looking?
With this outlook, the idea of immortal souls doesn’t seem so unbelievable anymore. With this outlook, it sort of all makes sense that there are unseen and untouchable “beings” that never die and just trade off shells after that shell falls off or dies. It seems as if everything on this earth forms a sort of sheet, and it’s just constantly changing shape. It’s just constantly rippling as the souls beneath it change shape to mold into the shells that they are now set to fit in. Because if everything on this earth is one—if we are all one—how are we differentiated? Souls add shape. They give these external bodies and shells a personality—something to live by. Because the cycle is never-ending. And things change shape and move over time. Everything on this earth will change in year’s time. Souls will change, and they will learn, and they will grow. But unlike everything else on this earth that is constantly dying and decomposing and growing out again, souls are never-ending. Souls live on, even when everything else is falling apart around them.
Look now.
Look at the world around you and realize that you will never truly leave those you love. All around you is scattered remnants of people and things that have directly or indirectly made major impacts on your life. And most people don’t even realize this.
Look now. Look and realize that just because something isn’t in your hands, it doesn’t mean it still can’t bring you happiness. Just because you can’t see or touch what you hold so dearly doesn’t mean you still can’t hold it.
Now look up. And look out. And realize that one day—far, far from now—you’ll be in the sky. After our cycle on earth has spun its run, we will be among the stars. One day—far, far from now—the earth will die out, and everything that ever has been and ever will be on this earth will explode or fade away into the greater universe along with it. One day, this earth—our home, our only place of residence that we have ever truly been able to know—will not be a solid rock anymore. One day, everything and everyone you will ever know will be among the stars. Because, simply, everything and everyone you know was once stardust. One day, you will be among the beautiful specks of light you see in the night sky. The specks of light that guide you, that you wish upon, that you photograph, that you gaze at and ponder over. One day, you’ll be there. But right now—until the earth finishes spinning and rotating around our star—you and everyone you love will be right here. Together. Helping each other grow, helping each other decompose, feeding each other, and meeting each other in another life and not even realizing it.
Look in front of you. Look behind you. Look inside you. Look, and see. See that we’re just on a cycle within a cycle of everlasting life. See that we’re really not any different from the ground we walk upon and the birds in the trees and the brick buildings downtown. See that we are all one. See that today, we’re all a part of this planet. But tomorrow, we’ll be the stars.
Look now. And appreciate the life you have now while you still see this.
