Reality Versus Itself

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Interesting concept.

Reality Versus Itself

People are everywhere. Their arms hang open, filled with only things that you consider beautiful, and you blissfully smile and become their lover. You follow them everywhere, their footsteps and yours blend and form a picture, one that can only be seen from up above. This is ill-perceived as love. Its jagged edges prod your dreams, that is why they don't make sense or cannot be remembered. That is why you just keep smiling, even though you know you aren't happy, and you instantly ask yourself, “What is happy?” That is why it has no meaning. Reasons for everything only exist because you put them there. Why do you do that? With such disdain and selfish motives you place reasons upon reasons until the reasons themselves blend together into a picture you still can't see. Why can't you see what I see? Come up here, or rather, down here. Language is an ironic thing, if you use it correctly.

People are everywhere. You're so far away that their faces are merely dots among dots, but they're all distinguishable and necessary. Their faces wouldn't matter anyway, nor would their race, creed, or native language. It is their existence that matters. Do you see that? I call it life. Some call it the soul, or spirit. Whatever the word, the concept remains still and of vital importance. But what is life? It's meaning, its embarking nature; why is the question ever posed, in any language? Why isn't it understood by all without the need for words or thoughts? We must struggle every day to control things that we understand so little we must tag them with words, and put them into our mental files. It's the application of the ideas that matters. And boy are we horrible at that. So most of us give up on this life, bowing to one thing or another, and focus on an after life that no one even knows exists. There is not a man alive who has been dead. And the only thing that man would know about life is that it was over, nothing more. Is the task impossible? I don't believe so.

This is not to say the puzzled has been solved, it has yet to be wholly formed. But understanding that fact is a good start. Life is what you make it, expose your beauty, and you will never truly die. We are all a piece to this puzzle, one that won't be seen by any man. Only after humanity has dwindled and died in our corner of space on our little rock will our picture be finished. And when it is, and some other form of life, that same life that every one of us represents, floats by and peers in, what will they see? If they have eyes at all, I hope that whatever it is they see, it makes them fuller, and all of our lives are carried on across the universe. Don't you?


Submitted: April 20, 2012

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