Find me a spider web so I could show you the gates of tomorrow.
Behind ourselves a sea of nothingness awaits, but why don't we step further? ... Where does the wave wash over?... Over you? How about we wind our way to him! So many times have we seen the mirror image of the sky in the water and now we can't face the infinite?
If the Universe has no sense, do any of us have? We ignore the general, but protest when being an exception. Banality vs. passion? The Universe has no sense, each of us finds it one , says Emil Cioran.
Truth is we run away from banality like Icarus from the Sun - in the end we get burned.
Banality and infinity are pretty similar - none understood, both resented, though only one catches us as we breathe. We are imprisoned into a banal reality because we are not aware of any real power. Infinity is talked about in such an objective manor - not understood, though ever so fascinating! To think of something without beginning or end...it's just as thinking of, well, nothing.
We're drowning, yes. In reality, everything becomes redundant (well, you make it that way, don't look at me). The difference between banality and infinity is that banality manifests in a measured time, which flows like a violent waterfall, though seen by us like a calm stream. A lot of people don't know how to exteriorize themselves, even though they see pictures of fabulous art, sounds so profound in their simplicity, have no idea how electricity works, though they know that you could cook a man's dinner with it, and you can, well, also cook the fag. So what do we really know about the existential nucleus in which we gather? Bars embrace our mind, transfiguration is on the path of despair.
Creatures we are? We've been created to read others that claim to be creators, when we all are as such. Nietzche got that one right in Thus Spoke Zarathustra : "You creators, you powerful men!", and so introducing the perspective of us creating ourselves and our own universe as we go along. (Churchill kind of copied that...douchebag)
Anyway, the idea of "finding oneself" is so misleading and thus misleaded - it gives the false impression that one has some sort of self-waiting to be ferreted out, when in reality, the self has to be MADE.
There's no blackboard in the sky that says that I, Green Beans, age 99, born on Pluto will have discovered panacea and thus bring peace to mankind and also get lung cancer from smoking too much and die on my birthday.
No, I create myself, I determine my future, for future is a mere illusion, it's just an excuse to get away from "now". People rarely can create their own selves because society and environment takes that place instead, so well, great masses think alike and absorb even greater masses and so ... drowned the sheep in the sea. Well I'm the black sheep and I tell you - don't fucking do it!
