The earth is made of brain cells. Nothing but brain cells. It takes up various forms and sends signals to itself to make it's inhabitants think that they're separate entities. When we walk outside, look at the ground, and kick the dirt, we're really just kicking a spectral entity that truly has no shape or form. Nothing has any shape or form. It's just you. It's just everyone. It's everyone living in another's game. Every time you take a pencil and draw a pretty little picture, write out a story, or space off in your own little world, your doing it on your own. Your not drawing an unrealistic piece of your imagination, your taking your brain, and making your own world with it. Your just creating an alternate reality, that's all. Your taking characters, worlds, and stuffs, and putting them in their own little room and telling them that they, the organisms within your world, are real, that they have feelings, and that they have personality. You've just created your own entity. You haven't even dreamed it up, you've created the spirit of something new. It's long lasting though, it not eternal as we are. Our souls exist for eternity, as the universe we live in does too, and the organisms and objects in our own universes are short lived, just as short lived as our imaginative creations are. We think the world around us is real, tangible, and holds form, but really, we are truly the spirits of ones imagination. We've been put here, been given order, land, animals, and an imagination of our own. The only reason we exist is because of the profound comprehension and imagination of our creator. When you dream up a world of your own, where maybe you live within it and live the way you've always wanted, or new characters do their own thing, and live the way you've expected them to based off of your own opinions of them. Your only doing to them what our creator has done to us. The only reason it doesn't feel real is because of our separation of our own reality from any interfering entities. The reason it doesn't feel real is because of the way our world is so isolated. We can't see our imagination because we've been put in a box, where our creations are dwelling elsewhere. The only thing holding you back from godlike power is the mortal spirit of time and human imperfection. Time is just as short lived as our imagination. As time passes, we become rushed, we get stuck in loops, and gain or lose opportunity. This trains us to think that everything has a beginning and an end. When we think in beginning and ends, we treat our creations, intents, and interactions in the form of beginning and ends. This creates a preset to think that everything you've imagined had a beginning, and will eventually have an end. The truth lies in the fact that your imagination had existed forever just as your soul had existed, it had existed all along waiting for you to come along and finally dream it up, but in turn we use them temporarily, eventually shut them down. Doing this unintentionally creates a slingshot effect. What comes up must come down. We can never really shut anything down, we only can hold it down for a moment.
As death comes to us, everything we've done, created, inspired, and helped flashes before our eyes. What's happening is your brain is doing the math to give you your final number, a final label, and that label will last for eternity just as your soul, essence, and memory will. This label will eventually return to us, to revive us, because as we endure death and purgatory, the label still exists, and the label cannot exist alone. This label has to eventually bring you back into the universe you had created it in. The price for it's wait, and how long your endured death is an exaggeration of our previous lives. Evil becomes misery, good becomes happiness, and our carnal bodies will become as eternal as our souls were originally, as our bodies must exist as long as our labels, and our labels will exist for eternity. The cause of this is all creations come back to us. The worlds we've created, the ideas, the intents, the actions, they are all systems, and within every system is a universe of it's own nomatter how big or small. They all come back to us and we live the life we've created.
The only problem is that every man or woman eventually creates something fowl. Everyone eventually creates the spirit of malice, or non-fulfilling desire. It would create a prick or a crack in the foundations of everything they create. How could one live happily for eternity if their world was not perfect?
Hmmm. Figuratively speaking. Hehehehehe...
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