Does everything have to be perfect?
Does everything have to be exact, precise?
Does everything have to have meaning?
Does everything have to possess a form?
Is anything perfect?
Does everything exist?
Does nothing exist?
Is anything real? Or is everything just an illusion created by our restless minds, our souls? Is everything just a dream?
Is there a parallel universe where we exist? Not we, yet we. Altered us.
Does the quantum theory exist?
How did everything come into being?
We come from energy. Where does energy come from?
Why is a laptop a laptop? Who formed the language?
Words seem different after a while. Unnatural.
It happens to everyone.
Is anyone actually really unique, really special?
Out of the billions in the world, there has to be at least one MORE person who thinks like you, acts like you.
Facebook pages prove it, don't they?
Things that everyone thought was their own special little thing, their pet fetish, their pet OCD. And then there is a fan page, and thousands of people had the same thought as you.
Disturbing?
No.
Snuff videos are disturbing.
Taking life from a body for entertainment is disturbing.
Why not kill yourselves if it is so amusing?
That would be doubly more amusing. More fun. Because then you not only watch and hear and smell the pain, you actually feel it. You can taste it. It is like a 3D pain.
Requiem for a Dream is disturbing.
Brilliant, yet disturbing.
It shows how people are so weak, so helpless, so gullible and naive.
How a lifeless drug can take over them and become the boss of them.
How a stupid letter can fool you and pull you into an obsession with losing weight, an obsession with getting a high, fitting into a dress.
Enough to give away your respect, yourself. Give yourself away to humiliation and cheap thrills. For others. For a lifeless drug.
People are strange.
That, incidentally, is a song. By The Doors.
Their frontman, Jim morrison, was another one of those^^
Another one of those helpless people. Gave away to acid and other thrills.
Is their ability to enjoy reality so weak that they require synthetic, artificial means of attaining any enjoyment? As a mean of broadening their mind? Of opening up their creative horizons?
Are their human means so terrible that they cannot do it for themselves?
Enough of judging others. I'm not perfect. Nobody is.
So maybe I should start saying "we" and not "they."
Though it IS much easier and much more convenient to blame others and belittle them, all the while considering yourself to be some sort of superpower, some super being.
Isn't that hypocritical? To judge others for actions committed by yourself?
I'm a hypocrite.
So are you.
But I know it.
Do you?
(that was NOT meant to rhyme. It is just a freakish coincidence :P )
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass MUST be read. They are NOT children books, though children would enjoy them too. Anyone up to the age of 90 id fit enough to read them. And everyone SHOULD. Lewis Carroll was genius.
His books are genius.
His humour is ALSO genius, as is his use of language and creativity.
Plus, no one can be more random than him, yet being immmensely logical at the same time.
Read.
I now endeavour to write an essay on the above mentioned novels. The sad thing about writing essays on and analysing books is, it ruins the charm of the book for you, turning into work instead.
Good night :)
Rather, good morning :D
