What If Rant

What if . . . what if we are just one of an infinite assortment of multiverses? We could be just one link in an unending chain of parallel universes that are somehow experiencing themselves subjectively and completely unsure of our absolute co-existences with one another. Imagine, like a room with mirrors on both sides facing one another, an infinite number of copies of yourself, then put a spin on that and allow each and every one of those copies to be able to make their own choices. They could wind up relatively similar to you, or could end up completely different; although in the end, if there is such a thing, there is no you, because the body you posses is just another copy, but a copy of what, another human, a God, an ant, a machine? Perhaps we are all merely imaginative beings inside the subconscious mind of one Supreme Natural Being, perhaps our entire universe is simply one cell in the body of a massive organism, perhaps we are nothing more than star dust. What if we are similar to the traveling speed of light; life reflecting from one side of space/time to the other, therefore we could have died hundreds, thousands, millions, billions, or trillions of years ago, but our conscious doesn’t experience itself in real time, but just in time that is separated by the laws of psychological relativity?. . . I’m going to bed.

Paradoxical Composition of a Vital Promulgate

The historical period’s zeitgeist in the psyche of the contemporary ethos and sociology has partially diminished over the previous, but few centuries. This dilemma has completely altered the state of mentality of our youth’s existence, ergo they place useless juxtaposes on their mental billboards. Therefore, we must ask ourselves the question of our worldwide known ultimatum. Who are we? Unpronounced wisdom and mediocrity seemingly clash and form a placid apathetic position of unknown credibility towards this inquiry, and though you may not wish to realize its presence, the resolution is present in complexity and simplicity giving a new meaning to justification. As you may now have speculated through this assessment, reality is not permanently actuality. The sooner you arrive at this solution (that contains the absence of mathematical harmony) you will withhold a perspective not granted at the inauguration of your existence, the canning ability of your alter ego, or third eye.

So, you may pose, what is subsequently the next question? Unfortunately for you what, when, where, why, and how have already been answered, yet your brain seems to be unsatisfied by the absence of recognizing what I am talking about. You may have already begun to bear witness to the seemingly overwhelming oddities in your head, which is (by means of my own justification) rare. Many interpreters, such as yourself, may end up reading this with a congested intellect, or unalterable personality. This (aside from the dogma of ontology) will only increase your apathy, but as I avowed in advance the rare minority of you will grasp onto that unidentifiable emotion and experience the necessity to complete its course, in other words come full circle. Modern day curriculums will not assist in your excursion on unknown parabolas in the mind, nor the presence of any idiotic idols. You and you alone must find your own means of validation, suppress former bias, and rise above choice, because in the theory lies legitimacy, and in absolutes lies discrimination.

TI-30XA Giving The Illusion of Simplicity

I’m seeing people run around like hairless dogs in my hood; hoops up, Glocks cocked, and corn hanging around in the trash bins of the rural Great Plains. Yeah, that’s my hood; you just can’t seem to get a grasp on what makes a man tick out here. Is it the evident surroundings of non-aquified oceans (If you didn’t already know, aquified is not a word, just a friendly heads up)? People just can’t seem to calm their horses down; they keep rapping with their baggy body wear, or get distracted by some new neon apocalypse outfit. Come on, this isn’t the 80’s, though I respect the respecters of past history, your far from them. People need to just pull a triad, and step out of society’s threshold of indoctrination for . . . I don’t know, at least like four seconds or something.

Sometimes, people don’t see those signs of a singular post-birth, so my question to them is what happens to me when I fall into my self abyss? I mean come on, I’m five minutes from hitting the bottom and I’m completely fine with it. What’s that say about me? I asked this old man on the new street corner once and you know what he said? Well, I’ll tell ya, “Cold silence hanging, outside to see you. Atrophy lacking, holding the window. Presence consuming with no compassion. Just heartless nations filled with no anions. Atoms confusing the world that surrounds me, making it easy to find an ending. Universe changing, but not arranging. Shut out the scheming, but not the brainchild. Designs are plaguing, purpose suggestion.” What? Are you serious, for Buddha’s sake. . . he read me a freaking poem! Who does that nowadays? Although, I did respect his opinion on individuality and the freedom of the carrots.

Rendition of a Great Mistake

All of existence can be condensed down to a simple mistake, a sole error, or slip up in a systems method. In this case the system I am referring to is matter and its process before The Big Bang. A system can run without fault for hundreds, thousands, or millions of years, but at some point in time things may go, not necessarily wrong, but not the same as the majority of its workings. We see it day after day in other types of systems, and in the machines that we have constructed, random segments of code that have created unexpected, unauthorized, or unwilling protocols. The errors that appear on your computer screens every day, the skips in your CD’s, or the reason your alarm clock fails to go off when you are certain you set it. These protocols could proceed to become extremely influential happenings in the History of Existence, but most of the time they simply are irrelevant to all biotic and abiotic things within the system.

Now, some argue that if all of existence is just a blunder in time, then that must signify that the biotic life forms in this Universe have no purpose. Well, this statement is half true; if you are talking about a preconceived purpose, which came before time, then no . . . we have no purpose of that nature. Although, biotic life forms are completely capable of creating their own purpose or purposes, through a variety of difficult or not so difficult ways, if they so desire to. In this sense, there is no absolute purpose, meaning there is not one purpose that defies all the rest. With that in mind, it could also indicate that the ideas of right and wrong are irrelevant, there is no such scheme. Yet, society seems to partially be built on the principal foundation of right and wrong, when really they should be built on the principles of what someone wants versus what they do not want.

Example of the “Want vs. Do Not Want” Principle

On the lines of murder, we as a species have decided that it is wrong, when really it is more that we do not want it. These acclamations were probably created by the human mind, sometime during the beginnings of our existence. During the dawn of man, at some point, one way or another, an early human being probably killed or witnessed the killing of another human being; they most likely realized that there former communicator was not communicating anymore. As the days progressed and the rotting dead corpse does not rise from there death bed, the killer or the witnesses may come to realize that their previous fellow human will not be coming back, and they possibly started to feel there none existence as more of a burden, so they related that experience to the actions of the killing and came to the simple conclusion that they did not want to feel the burden anymore. There are many other occurrences that could have happened, and I am not saying that I am right, I could be very much wrong, but I feel that the main theme of my story is correct. We associate this on whether we want them or do not want them.

The system of existence, at the time of the Big Band, or the process of our evolution, or the path of the asteroids that nearly missed our planet, could have easily gone another way. Instead of the system running 10010 it ran 10110 and that is all that we really are; one or two numbers in an insanely large system, numbers that could have processed one way, but ended up being another. It does not make us lucky, or unlucky, fortunate, or unfortunate, it simple is.

Next time an error message pops up on your computer, take the time to realize that that message and you are exactly the same thing.

C. Mokle