Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
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The answer is always part of the question.
Not to be is not always void, as not to see is not always wasteful!
Sounds and rhythms keep all in a prism, for know all and all will feel seasoned.
Grow not for disdain, for what remains contained continues.
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Confusion is one factor of life that I have yet to grasp. Although I find myself in a constant state of confusion, I cannot seem to see its meaning or purpose. Personally I don't think there really is a meaning or purpose; but rather simply exists to torment and disrupt the minds of innocent people, like myself. To better explain myself, let me describe confusion in a more elaborate manner. Think of confusion as a bubble. The bottle of soap symbolizes a container of potential problems of future and past. The stick represents the body and mind as it is dipped into the convoluted liquid of emotional conflict. As the stick emerges from the vast container of complexity, subtle clarity exists, however, contains something unknown and unwanted. The translucent substance glistens through the whole of the stick; thickening and mystifying upon heavier light. Slowly air is blown upon the mystic liquid as the emotions become more powerful and problems more obvious. All issues form at once as the bubble completes its perfectionist sphere. Its contents now leaving the body creating a visual perplexity; hovering over the individual and causing the mind to be absent from the body. Only with the right reflection of light can the bubble be seen by others, but the creator's fixation causes a continuous sight of the bubble as it travels through the air. Eventually the bubble pops, releasing all tensions and solving all problems; only to be replaced by another forming bubble from the metaphoric stick dipped into a seeming eternal liquid of bewilderment. This is my current feeling of confusion. For when the bubble pops there is a moment of peace and assurance of future clarity. Of course, some bubbles never pop, symbolizing confusing issues that continually persist, only to be lost or forgotten. It seems that confusion, like all emotions, is not to be explained but rather experienced. And through experience, we learn to take control over the bubble. We create its size and condition with either a soft or powerful breath. A bubble eventually becomes something of importance and usefulness, as confusion intrigues the mind rather than disrupting it. It is this that I have yet to experience.
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The following is a solution to the what and why questions of the human spirit of life.

Since no religion may be deemed a tool for universal communication (primarily because there is more than one), I will refrain from using any jargon associated with such. Please feel free to translate any of the following into words that better suit your culture, and I will try my best to translate into words all that flows through my mind.

First of all, there are no secrets amongst truth. Secondly, one must know what the human spirit is before one can interpret its relationship to life.

In its simplest form, the human spirit is the force that creates consciousness. It is deemed "human" solely due the fact that science has not been capable of finding consciousness within any other life form; nor is it possible to measure consciousness without projected sense experiences (which unfortunately have yet to be realised).

The human spirit's relationship to life, its purpose, is to translate love and thus propagate creation. The reason for its existence requires a certain sense of mental and visual abstraction and a much heavier dialogue. Nonetheless, I will try my best to describe its essence with the words of this horrible English language:

Imagine the universe ultimately as another life force. As a life force, it undergoes the same struggles of life that result from its creation. Its ultimate goal is to balance these struggles so that it may achieve eternal serenity.

Through serenity life is possible.

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Dreams are the manifestation of our reflected self.
Life is the reflected resonance of these dreams.
All matter is thus a reflection of the vibration caused by the colliding interaction of projected thought and manifested energies.