Bursts of energy, appearing almost random. Signals travel, convoluted in their path... thoughts form. They swirl, ethereal... fleeting. Thoughts take form as words, breaking out into the world...
Another mind hears. Words lose form, becoming thoughts.
These thoughts are not the same. They are radically different. The thoughts put into the speaking of the words carry with them the weight of a lifetime of experiences and beliefs.
"I love you". Spoken with all the starry eyed emotion of a first love. Such powerful feelings... but what do I perceive of it? A mere glimpse. I try to imagine but can only see perhaps what I, myself, am capable of feeling. So little. To understand her mind as she spoke those words... I cannot even view myself as she sees me. Do we even define love the same way?
Really, we barely communicate. It's almost comical.
I'm laughing just thinking about it.
The words I write reach your mind with so little of the original meaning. It is with this in mind that I try to help you see as I do. As I strive to.
I see the universe, so incomprehensibly vast and unknown as it is, governed by a relatively simple set of laws. Some of these we like to think we know, some of them are, as yet, mysteries to us. But, even without our comprehension they exist, determining all that is, all that was... all that will be.
If we could know the exact state of the universe as a whole, if we could know all the rules it runs by, we could turn the gears. With unlimited computing power, we could turn the cogs of the clockwork universe, turn them back in time.. see the world as it was at any given time!
Within this machine, all is equal. The lowliest pebble exists following the same rules as the greatest of kings... everything they do nothing more than simple math. The king, in all his power, has no more free will than the pebble.
In this view, there is no good, no evil. No right or wrong. There is no judgement, for what meaning would there be in passing judgement on that which is inevitable, predetermined?
Ah... but to think is to judge. We do it, regardless of our will, regardless of any philosophical viewpoint. What an amusing little conundrum...
In this same vein exists another philosophical musing. Simulation theory. In the future, we can suppose, there will exist a computer far more powerful than any known today. Perhaps it will contain a program, containing a virtual world. Within this world will exist virtual people... if you've seen the Matrix this is easily envisioned. But in this scenario, these people have no "real bodies". They have no "reality" to wake up to. They are mere code...
Perhaps there are many of these simulations. If all of this is reasonably within imagination, we can suspect it mathematically probable that you and I exist as nothing more than code within a machine... perhaps just a child's game. His own little dollhouse of the future... sorry, the present.
My views are rarely agreed with. People like control. They prefer to see themselves as masters of their worlds. They do not like to see themselves so small, their fates already determined. Perhaps you are one of the few who will understand my world.
Perhaps not. Either way, I hope you will better understand when I write of the past. When I write of pain, it is not a bad memory. I do not see it that way.
Perhaps now, you can understand why.
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