Thursday, June 26, 2008

Something Must Have Happened.


DISCLAIMER: The follow passage does NOT draw on any other texts, nor is it supported by empirical information. It is purely for your enjoyment. Have fun.

The image to the left is a picture of a synapse in the human brain, but it kind of looks like something you would see in outer space, doesn't it? I mean, the black backdrop with all that white shit floating around really sells it, I think. And that is the point I am going to make.
Something must have happened. That is the simplest way of explaining this idea. At one point or another, something must have happened simply because things work. If nothing happened, then nothing would work. Go ahead and toy with that idea for a minute. Okay. "For every action..." yada yada so on and so forth. I'm not getting into that because I'm sure you already know all about it. But imagine that idea applied on a "universal" level. The sun rising and setting is a good example, or even a solar eclipse. Both happen because something else happened; cause and effect, right? Good, lets move on. 
As a human race, we feel the need to exercise this theory on a daily basis. We might not see it as the "cause/effect" idea, but it is there. We work to make money to buy big homes (or small homes, if that's what you're into), and nice things that will ultimately make us happy. That whole chain is cause/effect. Here's where I have a problem. The number of  people who struggle (financially, medically, mentally, etc...) greatly surpasses the number of people who live "comfortably," or "well." I assure you I am not going to address any political issues. That being said, the point I want to make is that those of us who "struggle" are convinced that they will achieve happiness, or success, or ultimately peace of mind, I would assume. Well, want I want to explain is that those people don't have to. In fact, they're probably better off not bothering. Granted there is nothing wrong with striving to better yourself. However, there is something wrong with doing it for the wrong reasons. 
I brought up the cause/effect theory earlier just to show that it can be (and essentially is) applied and "practiced" everywhere. I showed you how we use it, and how it can be applied to the universe around us. I'm not going to explain how it is used on a smaller level because I'd imagine rocks cannot read this essay, and I give you more credit than rocks. Instead I want to talk about how it is applied on a much larger level.
If you traced every sequential action back to the previous one, where would you end up. At some point you'd find yourself at the big bang theory, I would imagine. And before that, what happened? Something must have caused the "Big Bang." Well, what caused that? I'm using Earth as an example simply because it's familiar to us and therefore easy to follow. But that's just one solar system, what about on a galactic scale? Now what about the entire universe? There is a reason the universe exists, and that reason logically has a reason for its being or "occurrence," if you will. With all of this happening, it almost seems like everything is working towards something, just like people do. And if this is happening on a universal level, then our role must not be too important, relative to the grand scheme of things. So next time you stress over something that might seem terribly important, ask yourself, "Does it really matter?"





Monday, June 23, 2008

Ticket stubs

There must be a train that I forgot to get on, because I am not where I am supposed to be. This isn't my bedroom, nor is it a murder/mystery, so you can stop now if you'd like. I have this overwhelming hatred for my facial hair, but I don't know where I am or how long I've been here and, judging by looks of things, it's been about five days. Though that's a very generous estimate. It doesn't really make a difference where I am, honestly. The fact is I have a boarding pass and a wristwatch, and I know where I need to be and when I need to be there. The apartment (and really it's just a room with a bed) smells like stale vodka and an unfamiliar woman, but not sex. I'm not surprised. I have a nasty habit of putting work before play...