The Brain Of My Existence|
People are nuts, it’s terrifying. If you’re reading this, just wanted to warn you. I can’t think verbally and need a process of trying stuff out to read with fresh eyes after forgetting. I’m just collecting thoughts visually, trying to paint a picture to work with reality. Nature knows a process of letting things evolve and sculpting slowly. Existence is everywhere, free, analogue and accurate to learn from. How can people hate other people so much? It sucks that we hold each other to our passing experiments, so hungry for information. We’re all going through the same thing. Music is wonderful and language is technology. To each is their own.
Chatters of definition chew tides of adaptability. It's been a nebulous gamble unresolving to seek the information of that relationship, wanting a horizon to work with. A communication barrier unable to rely on multiple possibility.
Finding balance is the ying and yang to everything. The more you control something the less it can make the best of itself and the more it is a repitition of that perverted control. What is this force attempting to suffocate our evolution, this imbalance which refuses to be challenged, unnecessarily hording addictively and aggressively. We wouldn't be here without it, but it's the only one playing, isn't it?
We should forgive each other for seeming like jerks sometimes, trying to survive, and roll with the punches, appreciating the complex environment and nature we face together.
Everyone does this, because you know what you’re talking about it seems like the words are enough to paint a picture other people can see. But turn off the lights and it’s just black and white. I’ve resorted to letting my website evolve because I have to forget in order to actually read how ineffective something I’ve written is.
This Dyslexia is a tower of babel. Like philosophy and politics is almost the same thing but in different languages. We want similar things but struggle to communicate, especially without slowing down or asking questions at different angles to participate in order to understand what an idea even looks like, becoming a victim of guesswork.
Wanting a variety of solution and expanding thought in order to survive the unpredictability of our existence we have to be different. You cannot have your cake and eat it too.
Without struggle, mutation, ego and fight nature would not have been able to create us, yet the means by which it can dominate now is very unnatural. They say money is the root of all evil because it’s an insanity to absolutely believe in something that isn’t real and evil is the blind evolution that continues to win a game with no balance in nature.
Such as clandestine inheritance and an ownership trying to rule a slave machine that dumbs down and controls everything to be the same: a definition of insanity as well. Like a tower of social technology confusing humanity as a garden, or something. I don’t know.