Everything seems just fine. I mean, everything in my life right now is flowing smoothly and slowly through some endless vortex tunnel, or rather swirling in tranquility down a vessel of infinity towards what we call "the future." The problem with this ongoing phenomenon is that, being a body of some sort of liquid, one takes an indefinite shape and becomes relentless in velocity.
To achieve a consciousness that enables the self to be aware of such reality, reality itself should act upon the fate of a certain self - perhaps being a bottle somewhere down the path that would catch all the water and seal it within. Yet that bottle continues to flow or fall. Although relentless in speed and direction, now the water takes a definite form.
BOOM. The bottle breaks once it hits something hard. The reality breaks into the water's awareness. The water may not be hurt, but it sees what it is to be hurt and broken. This is what we call consciousness.
Now that the water is scattered into droplets, there must be some natural force that should act on it for it be able to collect itself once more into one single body and continue its trail down the path of life - be it flowing in a tunnel or swirling down a vessel. To infinity, it is.
If one is a little unlucky though, death may be that next bottle. Good luck.
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Maya. It's a very interesting place, or rather, state. By being false, the world becomes perfect. This is in no way connected with any of my unedited blog posts, but I'm quite sure you're going to have an amusing read.
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