This existence is like a glass of liquid with millions of undissolvable particles floating around in it. This state of the solution is the instant of existence that we classify as ‘living’ or ‘life’, agitated, lacking direction, something that seems to be completely driven by randomness. Eventually, the particles settle, and collect at the bottom of the glass, and join to form a single mass of matter there. This is the after-life, all of our souls unite to form this single universal soul, it knows all, it knows what you ate for breakfast today, what I ate for lunch, who you’ve loved, whom i’ve hated, your bad and good, my bad and good, it knows all. You, I and all of the ‘living’ creatures become this soul when each of our earthly existence comes to an end. After we become the soul, we realize everything, as we will know everything that has ever happened. If A stole something from B, the universal soul will have the memory of both A and B, it will remember what it feels to have something stolen from, it would know what it feels like to live with the guilt of stealing. It will exist in pain because of all this knowledge, but everything balances out, and so it remains motionless, stiking down at the bottom of the glass.
ribbons around plastic blocks June 29, 2008
you are a child,
you know nothing,
your subconscious mind takes you to worlds
not of this earth
not of this organization
but you are growing
and you cant stop it
although you currently don’t want to
you want the cells to multiply
your brothers have taunted you
and your sisters have pinched you
because they are bigger and dumber
you are vaguely confused
you are fuzzy
you are growing and you’re beginning to like it more and more
you are now connected to this earth
and have lost all your connections with the other, better known worlds to you
but you don’t care anymore
because you are amazing at forgetting things
but you have not forgotten one thing – the tower
you have been building this one tower with thousands of blocks of plastic
building it by placing one block over another
one block every day
hundreds of blocks a year
you have lost count now
but you are doing it as they told you
placing blocks and tying ribbons around them
the tower is so tall
you can no longer reach the top
now is the time to destroy the tower and build a toy for yourself with the pointy pieces of plastic.
but you have been converted by plants and leaves and chlorophyll
you have no other urge but to continue building this tower
its cracking
you can see it
the blocks at its base which you placed when you were enjoying colors
is now cracking
hear it
its rattling and gravity always hated you
but you are still tying ribbons – colored white and brown
you are also using plastic tapes now
but strangely, you still don’t know why you are building this
its not the greatest thing ever
everyone has their own,
why do you think anyone’s going to look at yours?
hmmmm. now that ive written a good amount of good shit here, i'm gonna get rid of the anonymity of this blog. so all you curious freaks, it's me here - Ganesh Rao - Nesh for short.
