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We are infinitesimal nodes of heat at an uncertain point in existence. We define our continuum through words and ideas like 'space' and 'time' but these are just human measurements and approximations - things that the rest of the universe doesn't necessarily abide by but we have come to observe through our limited sensibilities. We know we are made up, but of what? Of whom? Are we just piles of thoughts and memories drifting on the ether of humanity or are we far more astral beings, destined for apotheosis in our own right, destined to become everything and more, vibrating beyond the forever we have limited our thinking to by choice. We are heat.
The universe is innately cold and dark, by all sensory indications - perhaps at the very base of things there is what can only be ineffectively described as a 'void' by our language - though the words 'black' and 'empty' cannot begin to describe just what this absence truly means. We are ephemeral beings, individuals pulsing off and on and off and so on like a spectral bulb of sporadic luminescence. The forms we know and recognize are products of time, or more specifically, movement - friction with the vibratory existence of this continuum, remnants of something amazing that happened a very long time ago. The more we touch one another, emotionally or physically, the more we contribute to the essence, the heat, that is our existence. Love, hate, jealousy, kindness, magnanimity - all ranges of interaction with one another contribute to the summation of our collective sentience, the being that humanity is at the very core of things; this being is a result of a result of many results - a product of one person touching another touching another and so on, a sort of eventual effect of variables. Whether it was meant to be this way, so uncontrollable, so misunderstood, so broad, so vague and yet the effective result of our choices and every day decisions, is really not of consequence - for we cannot change the essential components of change, try as we might. We are drifting upon the ebb and flow of human misery - your attempts to free yourself of this pointless, recycled reality are just contributing to the heat of humanity. Heat does not last forever on this plane though - as we careen towards a state of universal entropy, no matter how many aeons away it awaits us, the fear and the enigma tug at the most base parts of us, inciting feral and monstrous manifestations of phantasmal scope and similtaneous incorporeality.
I think that whether or not you affect the life of the cute Spanish girl at the grocery store after you die should be the least of your worries.
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