Creation of Chaos and Order

Hi virtual secure datagrams, as far as I can perceive from my shell. Blessings from a human. I know I should not mention I missed my blog 'cause its gay. I have already written the title for this post before starting off on an unknown journey through crates of dead end portals in my directionless quest to write up something with a single theme and sense at least once in the pool of chaotic mixed up hall of words. Simply, I think I want to write up everything imperially that stays in my mind under the section of free data download from God's internet. At some point, everyone starts to wonder what we are, what do we think we are, where do we come from, why do we even exist, what makes us think like this, why does everything resemble every other thing in fascinating proportions and symmetry, why do what, where, when, why, how seem so unfulfilling in expressing the essence of these questions, what is the reality we experience, what controls and affects our thoughts and actions, how do we limit ourselves and still expect to meet the limitless, what is infinite, is there a core concept or explanation for everything, or we are so much indoctrined in cultures and moulded accordingly that we forgot the words 'concept' and 'explanation' may be nothing at all, not the language, but what they mean, the trance of puzzling multidimensional possibilities amazes all of us through the course of our perceivably simple lives. And this was probably the longest sentence I ever inked.

For the first time a blog post enjoys more than one paragraph from my drunk style single paragraphed say-it-all posts. This one's gonna be precise. Sometimes I think myself to be an idea. An idea dancing synchronously into the infinite consciousness of a function described accurately in pure mathematics. No one ever invented anything better and more fundamentally misunderstood by the masses than mathematics, hence, why don't we stick to it for the language of the Gods. This idea is much of a reincarnation in the beliefs of australian aborigines, claiming we live in a dream weaved into the minds of the Gods themselves. But this is just a wild perspective, and probably we will never be illumined to the truth. Some extraordinarily literally crazy possibilities wander through my intellectual receivers that I have grown up to differentiate between the order and the chaos. And thankfully, my physical and intellectual prowess withstands me aware of the fact that you can't make up a conversation in a blog post, let alone eye contacts to bombarded quiet datagrams. We are a superconscious deity, much like a multiuser operating environment, where every individual user is in itself an operating system affecting and creating the whole wired up universe, constituting an unimaginably powerful and governing sacred nature to the machinery. We are actively and passively thinking individuals contributing to our source, evolving, just to get back to where we come from, through a journey of hypernatural exquisite avatarism. This perspective can blindly be related to our religious approach to almost all of the questions. Another line of perspective through the serious round table discussion is the fantasized one. The funny yet wishful possibility that there is something called good and some other thing called bad, no one knows their true implications. Moving on, the good side and bad side, possessing spirits, gods, ghosts, mermaids (why not), and whatnot are a never ending crevice of a story well explained enough to fill empty spaces and leave no room for liberty of thought. No doubt I disagree to this perception as much as a cocoon to the presence of lamborghini aventador, but a possibility is never underestimated and sacrificed to writer's ambitious lazy programmes. We should thank God my approach is not quantum mechanical. Who wants to consider trillions of cases concerning the creation of universe in a blog! We must satisfy ourselves melting down to merely three or four ambigous and entertaining cases. Time for my favourite into the wild bull's eye theory for existence. It passaged upon me through a rare kind of experience, as they say, if you're lucky, you can have an overworld fortunate once-in-a-lifetime experience in the deep confines of a brief orgasm. I was the lucky one. What if all the world's literally a stage, and all the men and women merely players, Shakespeare was a brilliant personality by the way, but to make matters sensual, what if I am the audience! The only audience, or the God, the idea itself personifies a persons hopes and potential. What if I am the one? What if you are? Taking the liberty, lets talk about if I am the Almighty. The world's set for me, to mature, a test ground, to test myself, by myself, through myself, in a revealing and entertaining way. Through various cycles, maturing each moment came and gone, in an eternal now. The frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates climates, humanizes people, runs nature and destroys them. I can dissassemble intertwined fates and assemble contrary functions. Pretty humorous to give that hugely responsible job to a perfect amateur like me, but no one knows what goes on in that internally muscular piece of mystery in my head. So, now the situation is, I am God, and I just told my self-esteemed children who think they think independently and freely but few know they don't, the eternal and ultimate truth that they are just a tiny speck of my imagination. So what happens now? Guess I have contained the situation! Selfish God. Order comes out of chaos, and evolving ourselves through and surviving paradigm shifts remains the essence of our cosmic dance.

This may sound crazy, but I just blurt it out. Documenting the most fascinating decisive elements in my life remains a tough job as no one is ever satisfied with themselves. Had a nice time discussing empty moment thoughts in this blog. This is the stuff I think about when you ask me, "What were you looking for at the wall?" and I say nothing. Hope this one was understandable to literates and straight as well as every other kind of people (*straight as in straight thinkers). Bidding farewell, thankyou for bearing with me through some pointless chaos and order hypothesis. Thankyou.