wholes and their Whole

Consciousness is the border between oneself and allelse. We are only keenly aware of what goes on to and from our systematic body because of the sorting coherence of the brain. Allelse is fundamentally no different than us, matter and energy universally behave the same, allelse just doesn't posses any sort of consciousness we know of, so we think we are not it. We also think we are not one another, we feel our oneness is our individual selves, when really (relatively) this is only our partness of everything. Everything is one. And we are a part of this everything. We do not feel more than this collective consciousness because "feeling" and "consciousness" are both subject to information and organization in and of the brain, and our brains do not directly join with others using the brain format. Between two brains there are always brainless materials. So we resort to communication to exert our influence over each other and work toward our fundamental oneness. We can choose to behave like an individual, a one, or we can choose to serve the much larger one, the one we are all a part of. Both happen.

Percieved Poles (Yet Relatively Quite the Same)

No


Stop


It's just a head rush

Jolts of flowing brain creations
Unleashed to of and from myself



Go
If clear
A state I'm glad to be near
Know we flow with the flow of allself and all else.

Snap Action into the Parallel Flow

What's to do worth doing?

What's worth doing to do?

I'm done surviving

so easily

that one couldn't really call it surviving at all:

that is;

there are no actions required on my part to keep 'me' going.

Going.

Going where?

Going to keep going?

Why should 'I' or anyone care?

Nothing's happening at all

'I' am not in control.

The coded sack of chemical flesh

with everything else does roll.

An equal part

yet for some reason

feels experience from behind these eyes.

Complicated inter-reactions

beyond understanding:

this cannot reason before it cries.

To just love those who feed,

and help when in need.

Get out and around to sow the idea seed.

Is that a life?

Or merely a deed?

Attitude is all that decides if i float on or lead.

If i lead is it freedom?

Or inevitability?

I'll end picking worms

off that indeterminable tree.

The Beauty in Meaninglessness

There may be no meaning of life, no one knows if we maintain consciousness after death, and we may be composed of particles that act randomly due to rules that when applied over billions of years formed this, this that is just another small piece of the whole inevitable chain of events of the universe, but at least we are beautiful. Beautiful since the "self" that our code functioning particles collectively form is a complex self-aware part of the universe; we can think, observe, and learn our self.

The Void of Reason Beyond the Door of Meaninglessness

What am I going to do once I’ve opened up the door? I thought as I opened up the door.

When I closed the door behind me, the question had still not been resolved. There was no point of me walking through the door. I thought. But there’s even less of a point for me to go back through the door since I have just gone through it and am not facing in its direction. So I continued walking.

This walking is nice, but it does seem rather pointless, I could be spending this time doing something more. I stopped walking, but the eerie stillness gripped me quite immediately and I began to walk again.

I wasn’t walking in a straight line, but I took special care to make sure I wasn’t going in circles.

Some lights started flashing, competing against each other to reel me in. That light is certainly the brightest and most interesting. I thought as I began to wander toward it.

But then another light hit me. Hard. What was that? I thought as I spun around to face the direction of the pain. There was a large yellow light staring at me, grinning. Then it vanished to be replaced by a red light and I was hit again.
Before I had a chance to react, the light became yellow again and without knowing why I began to swiftly make my way to it.

Every once in a while the light would change and hit me again, but I knew that there was also a peaceful side to the light, and that’s what I was drawn to.

I didn’t realize that every other light was always peaceful, or if I did I didn’t rationally process it. Past that meaningless door lies a void of reason, one just does or does not. So I continued jogging to the only light that had every hurt me because it was unique and offered freedom from itself.

After hours of walking toward the attitude shifting light, I began to grow tired of its antics. Why did it have to keep hurting me? And again, I was flooded with meaninglessness. Why am I walking towards it anyways? What am I going to do once I’ve reached the light?

Because I couldn’t answer I stopped moving.

And I stood there...

For a while...

Until I began to come aware of the inherent meaninglessness of doing nothing.

And then I moving in a direction I didn’t even know was possible.

I was moving through myself.