Nothing rather than Something

The universe is nothing…a big nothing.
It only appears to be something, like an inkblot.
It only appears to be going somewhere, like a rat race.
The universe is almost entirely empty space.
And full space is almost entirely empty space.
Backwards and forwards in time, inside and outside in space, the universe is infinitely regressive and divisible, there’s no origin, destination or substance.
It doesn’t repeat itself, so much as it rhymes.
A septillion years from now, the universe will be totally unrecognizable, and a septillion years from then, more unrecognizable still.
And so we are but a means to an alien end.
Our universe is the multiverse, in that it is transformative.
It’s a chameleon, a shapeshifter.

You have to understand what the word “nothing” means.

I meant practically nothing, not literally nothing.

Still in as far as there is something, it is in the universe.

Can’t argue with that.

There’s a lot of art to the conceptions we build of omega and all times, extending into eternity. It seems to be an ultimate end, detaching ourselves from this universal upload, and observing time square become a forest, or the sun eating the earth. And what penetrates and binds all of existence together could be the future, a shining point all of this messy rattlesnake of a life is rocketing towards, should we initiate noble causes of growth and uplifting. Then a shining utopia may pierce all of that black depression.

In all likelihood, I think we’re done for.

Defeating the big omniversal black is easy - you just need hope. If there’s any way out of this accursed simulation of a torture system, it’s by seeing the shroud of the manic in our souls replaying that wish into the tape recorder of cosmic fate. We could return from the future, and prevent out past offspring from making cataclysmic mistakes that seal our fate away from something higher, more rewarding, grand, and luxurious. The way forward is wisdom, wisdom to choose, to have experience, to know what works, and to implement that by the power of command. The human will is absolutely groundbreaking, a metal ball of big bang like ferocity and intensity. It’s mind that triumphs over matter, that orchestrates the patterns, and sets free the fountain of youth, promising us life to come.

Sure, the way forward is wisdom, to know what works, but what works?

The most important thing throughout the ages of past civilizations has been writing. Learning can’t die, and knowledge has to spread. Progress rises exponentially when we transmit our knowledge. By studying the great works, delving into the fossil record even (that’s a record of the past growth too, just like writing), we see the inestimable value of life, and of all of our ever expanding dreams. Life should be cherished, should flourish and grow. So if we all loved life, and the opportunities we have before us, then we could transform this hell-hole into a marble statue cooked from oblivion and the maelstrom of channeled energy/efforts.

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