Nonexistence

That Chaos—Nature, God and gods, Demons, and perfection and imperfection. The death that gave life to existence. Inexistence , in terms of reality, is the culmination of being the silence of this chaos. Simply enjoying your own world, understanding your own time and moments of connecting to worlds outside yours and how you can't control these worlds (nor be the artists of these worlds), being something that always gets in the way of everyone (but always defending your own innocence and dignity), and being something that can be aware of its own weaknesses and simply allow everyone to exist and talk to you about their problems and their lives (remembering that you shouldn't solve certain problems for others, but rather help), and simply speaking to them without expecting something "real" to be lived. Life is the realism of a masterpiece, artistically speaking, not philosophically, where even the most stupid or simple detail transforms an entire space into something incr...

  I don't have any religion, but I still enjoy listening to the stories and even reflecting on them sometimes. In fact, one of the things I always think about when it comes to God is this idea of making everyone special, with unseen or unpredictable destinies. If you think about this sometimes or often call on God, I'd love to discuss it with you.If for God we are unique and each of us has a different destiny, what does God gain from this? What does this "mission" add to the existence of this "being"? Comment below on the blog! The " soul ," the essence of a being, is a copy of another being; it's not perfect. A sculpture of blood is meant to be a unique creation, definitely divine, because when it comes to God, it makes sense to me that we are pieces of him, each personality or form of him, making "him" also imperfect and his existence. A paradox that can still expand to something beyond it. The unknown is not impossible to know, ...

      Robert Sapolsky (neuroscientist, writer, and professor of biological sciences, neurology, and neurosurgery at Stanford University in the USA) -"We are the sum of what we cannot control." You are the ghost resulting from the choices and nature of your ancestors. There is no free will , as Sapolsky himself says. No one is "purely" real, and for me, free will is never related to being "alive"; it's more about "rebellious" freedom and nature itself, because that's the basis of your art. Of the joys you acquire and create in life, but there, it's still not entirely your "individuality." It's not entirely nature that defines you (only by itself, in this case. Many other scientists who criticize Sapolsky's ideas say that free will is something far beyond metaphysics , etc. And not just the biological part) because still, there is the part where you create " consciousness " and self-knowledge from what you...

It's pretty hard to think about reality without losing the line, without missing the point, or reaching a point that still lacks a definitive answer. Reality is an art, a mystery you carry, and then you grace it with what you "reach" and not with what you don't understand or can't even "know." Otherwise, you'll end up in some level of insignificance or simply lost, left with a certain fear you can't even explain. Life is an ephemeral and infinite sphinx . A cannibalistic art that devours its own flesh to create its own universe, and here is a possible demonstration that you are still part of this great art and not a butler of some god or condemned to this screwed-up yet bizarrely beautiful and mysterious reality. This sphinx will sometimes ask you if you are real or if life is the only "right" thing, while you are the poison that runs through your blood. Everyone firmly believes there is reality, but what is reality for an existence i...