#3411e3

04/06/2010

Fleeting moments.

Nothing matters.

Isolated, in a given moment, I stretch my arm into space, leave it hanging there for a second.
I, then, move it back to where it originally was. just a second ago.
My arm is where it was, two seconds ago.
I am where I was two seconds ago.
The thought in my head, two seconds ago, is nowhere to be found, once that exact second when it existed in my head, is over.
My whole existence can be shifted back two seconds ago, and nothing would have changed.
If I sat there for an hour, for a day, for a lifetime, in the exact posture, mechanically breathing,
my existence can travel the whole spectrum of time, backwards and forwards, and nothing would change.

Fleeting Moments.

Isolated, in a given moment, I stretch my arm into space, leave it hanging there for a second.
This time, I scratch a mark on the wall.
I, then, move it back to where it originally was. just a second ago.
My arm is where it was, two seconds ago.
I am where I was two seconds ago.
The thought in my head, two seconds ago, is nowhere to be found, once that exact second when it existed in my head, is over.
But there’s this mark, this time, that proves that at a given time, and space, I have made the hand movement that manifested the thought in my head into reality.
That only sets us with a new environment, of the new moment that’s taking place right now.
The physical evidence of the past that’s around us do prove that something did indeed happen in the past.
But their moment is over, hence their existence, or the lack of it, does not matter.
Now, there’s only this new moment, with this new set of circumstances.

Moments that pass, in which we leave no physical evidence behind us, do not matter.
Moments that pass, in which we do leave physical evidence behind us, do not matter.

Physical Reality is nothing but thoughts manifested at a given time, by someone, who was thinking something, at a given moment.
and because it’s over, it doesn’t matter.
and since it’s always over, it never matters.
Real Reality exists in our heads. Life is the set of thoughts that run through your mind.
One thought, lasts a moment.
If we put it in the image of a sentence, once the moment comes when the second word of your sentence is born in your head, the moment in which the first one was born, is already dead.
There’s always only one moment.
and because it’s over, it doesn’t matter.
and since it’s always over, it never matters.

All moments are fleeting.
and nothing ever matters.

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2 Responses to “#3411e3”

  1. Evaluna said

    *Applause*

    on a different note, howa ana na2saky!

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