In this version of the universe, every moment is the FIRST moment of creation. All the atoms disintegrate and rearrange themselves millions of times a day, varying slightly each time. It all happens so fast that the conscious mind can never observe or fathom it, but the soul always knows. That is why in every moment of fear, panic, and anxiety—the soul knows all of this is crashing down, disappearing without notice, never to be heard again. What proof do you have that your memory of whatever happened earlier today, really happened? What proof can you give that it is not merely something appearing in consciousness at this moment? Maybe you are just a brain in a box? Maybe there is nothing like a brain OR a box?
Knowing this all-encompassing state of not-knowing, people separate into two groups. One kind, goes into shivers in fear. Trying to forget it all, sleeping more, drinking more, absorbing herself into infinite books, movies, inputs, anything that keeps her out of the impermanence of her being. She set's up plans, routines, paths and ambitions, ticking out progress every week, anything that gives a semblance of order into the chaos of existence.
Another kind, goes into a different route, this one understands every time the world re-integrates, it does so by reading from the energies around it. Old DNA's reassemble, old diaries breathe in life to living people. Our upbeat protagonist embraces the randomness. And blends her essence into the process of creation, seeing new people, new shops, new roads pop-up for her to explore every day. Her days pass in wonderment, nights pass in dreams. She finishes each day with a clean slate, with a hint of a smile on her lips, knowing very well that the next day's adventures are awaiting a very different person than who she is at this very moment, going to sleep, or going to die.
Radi
November 16, 2021
Dhaka
Art by me. Photo from Unsplash.
Knowing this all-encompassing state of not-knowing, people separate into two groups. One kind, goes into shivers in fear. Trying to forget it all, sleeping more, drinking more, absorbing herself into infinite books, movies, inputs, anything that keeps her out of the impermanence of her being. She set's up plans, routines, paths and ambitions, ticking out progress every week, anything that gives a semblance of order into the chaos of existence.
Another kind, goes into a different route, this one understands every time the world re-integrates, it does so by reading from the energies around it. Old DNA's reassemble, old diaries breathe in life to living people. Our upbeat protagonist embraces the randomness. And blends her essence into the process of creation, seeing new people, new shops, new roads pop-up for her to explore every day. Her days pass in wonderment, nights pass in dreams. She finishes each day with a clean slate, with a hint of a smile on her lips, knowing very well that the next day's adventures are awaiting a very different person than who she is at this very moment, going to sleep, or going to die.
Radi
November 16, 2021
Dhaka
Art by me. Photo from Unsplash.
