This drug called life

Are we Zombies

High on this drug called life

As God experiments

On us and mice

Or are we soldier ants

Fighting all our lives

For someone who we can't see

In the crowd

No more of them lies

No more Human inventions

No more karma and the soul

I don't want happiness

Just give me the truth

And I will go

Are we Zombies

Cooked on this drug called life

As God experiments

On us and lice

Or are we soldiers

Fighting for our lives

Against someone who we can't see

In the fog

The people who wrote our Gods

Said that the world was flat

And the Moon was a princess

Of the Sun

Just for this life

Stop making up answers

Start finding them

For once

"Fuck this shit

Stop asking

Start living

Be hap..."

Happiness is not what I want

The truth is what I need

And I won't go so easy

Them lies, no more

Human creations, no more

No more karma and the soul

It's funny how I can sing this to you

And you won't cry

Had I said this in words alone

You would have denied

Anesthetize

"I simply am not here

No way I..."

"Shut up, be happy

Stop whining please"

We are anesthetized. All of us.

Stretching the cloth

In the future, say 100 years from now, when we'd be roaming around and about land and water and the surface of the Moon, in our Bugatti Suction field S100s, and when we would need to take a turn, we wouldn't be bending our mass towards the direction, but we would be pulling the space time fabric towards us. Not turning ourselves, but pulling the universe in ourselves. Thus pulling everyone in the universe towards ourselves. Or trying to.

We would be trying. So will everyone else be. And thus we will make the universe contract.

What we deserve

All of us are entitled. All of us are privileged. All of us have been given many things that we didn’t earn. Or deserve.

Do you think you deserve everything that you currently have? Your money, your beauty, your education, your intelligence, your body, the square foot of earth that you stand on, the square metre of earth that your body will be buried in when you die? Is any of it something that you have earned by the virtue of things that you did in your life? Or was it just handed over to you by your environment which includes your parents who in turn got whatever they got in life because of their environment. Did you ever deserve to be in the college that you are in right now or the one you are going to go? I mean it was just luck that you were born with enough intelligence and means to have reached where you are right now. This moment in space-time that you can shout your thoughts about anything you want. 

Life, the Universe, everything & God

It is rather strange how we define God as the limit: 

Creator of the universe – lower limit of time. 

Destroyer of the universe – upper limit of time. 

Perpetrator of the universe – upper limit of space. 

Omnipresence – lower limit of space.

Omnipotence – upper limit of energy.  

Omniscience – lower limit of energy.

Is it because of this fear of the dark, fear of the things we don't understand which conceives our need of God? Is God just our need to have an answer for the things beyond our understanding? Is God everything we don't understand? Will God's power keep diminishing as it has since science has been encroaching His territory? Or will we find new dimensions which are so dark that we always need God to describe them? God will exist as long as our knowledge is not absolute. And our knowledge will never be absolute along any dimension that we might discover. God will always remain, thus.

But is our knowledge really eliminating God even partly? Do we know what's real and what's perceivable? Isn't science just empirically proven philosophy? And isn't philosophy just meditation on God? Isn't everything around us just something we don't truly understand? Do we really know anything? Are we really here, now?

Fuck this shit.

Put a million zeros and decimal point before whatever you are doing. That is what it amounts to. But our world is just a few hundred times that. And to make a difference in that negligible fraction, we spend all our illusory lives. But what can we do? Do we have the power to make a bigger difference? Or to expand our world in this expanding universe? Aren't we limited to just trying to survive and reproduce? And in the way asking a thousand questions? Are we really living? Or are we just impulses in our brain? Are we defined by our soul, if it exists? Is it the new or rather old dimension, science is incapable exploring, yet? Will we know the answers in our lifetime? Or the lifetime of humans? Or the lifetime of life? Or will each of our sentences keep ending with a question mark?

So, go. Live your life. That is all that you can do. That is all that matters to our mind, body and soul. Let God worry about life, universe and everything.

Dust

Is this a dream we live in

Or is it plain lunacy

Is it a life that we are living?

Or is just fantasy

What are we?

But dust

In this solar syst-

-em, which is just

more dust

in the galax-

-y which is just

more dust

Throw me out of the universe

I want to see what's out of it

Is it God

God is it

God is it me

God is it me or

God is it you

God it is you or

Is it something else

Something else

Which we call God

But what if there is nothing

Outside the universe

Then where is your God?

I'll tell you

In the dust in the dust in the dust

There is nothing

Not understandable by physics, life science, technology or philosophy

Nothing is god

But God is not nothing

Everything is nothing

God is everything

God is everywhere

Everything is God

Throw me in the dust

Let me bathe in the winds

And drown in the sand

And drink the oceans

And eat the lands

And let me die in peace.

Dream, Game, Code, Life

I have not thought of this until now and will probably forget about this in the next hour. But I thought I would tell you this, because I hardly do. In the end, life amounts to nothing. We are after all just a bunch of unliving matter moving around without any purpose whatsoever. Only our minds give us an illusion of life and the desire to do something with it. In the end everything is worthless, pointless. Every good that you did for humanity, ever penny you earned for your country will all be a big nil in its contribution to the universe when the last life dies.

But we care about each other. We shall continue perceiving the mere electrical motions in weird bundles of fiber running in a highly complex structure we call our body, as pleasure, pain, love and hatred. We forget that it is all a stupid affair of trying to find the reason of the existence of the universe.

But if not have no individuality and life is nothing but an illusion, why do we care? It is just because we have got so used to believing that this dream is reality? And get lost in the concept of the existence of reality.

And in these moments of absolute ignorance,  the ignorance which leads us to forget how we might be living in a matrix, forget how this might be a dream, forget how this might just be a simulation of a highly complex environment and characters designed for none but you to experience. Like in a video game. When none but the person sitting in front of the screen is real. And everything is just a code in a program, obeying the laws of that universe designed by that developer. By that creator. 

So, as long we live, in this dream, you have played an important part. As we move further to the end of our mental activity, no matter how much you become a person I would have hated, I would love you. Thank you for everything.

No, I am not drunk.