The windows of the world

What if the eyes are just windows gazing outside creating time, space, movement, flowers, cats, hats? All there is is just a footage being created by that machine. Each lifetime is just one of many realities created inside that mind. Dreams are just memories of the last incarnation.

An ancestral thought, realities in frames changing in speed that's independent of space-time. They're either bidimensional cards being shuffled or a long tridimensional tube like a connected system of consecutive measures of pipes.

The eyes that observe everything are reality itself. A reality that either doesn't last a bit or lasts forever. In consecutive and infinite clouds of realities. The primordial thought, seen by these eyes as a drop of mercury in the immensity of nothing, expands like amoeba as it changes form crawling like a creepy worm. That thought can even curl on itself creating like twisted pillars of secondary realities that are just distortions of space-time of the main reality. Micro drops of mercury are bursted out of the main mass like in a volcano. Those distortions or micro drops are thoughts. A thought inside a thought. That's the universe! So simple and yet so complex. Either everything or nothing.

Hell and heaven 

Hell and heaven are the same. They're just two dimensions of the multiverse coexisting. And we can feel them both here. Here is where they meet each other. It's like light and darkness share the same space and time. And yet they don't mix up. They're still perceived as different and separate things. If you completely extinguish darkness, you're in heaven. And vice-versa. Hell is lack of purpose. A life without a purpose is an eternal torture where time doesn't pass by. Everything is at a standstill. Nothing that happens has a consequence. No situation leads to another. Everything is independent and nothing happens with a purpose. The wind of sense doesn't blow. There's no happiness and no sadness. All there is is a lack of feelings. A lack of everything. Everything is like nothing and nothing is quite whole. Nothing really bothers you, but nothing makes sense either. It's like you just don't exist at all. Hell is lack of existence. It's death being alive. Demons are just dead angels being alive in the eternal stillness of nothing. If life has no purpose, we're trapped in our own demons. Just embrace the nonsense of life and you'll be able to befriend darkness. Don't be afraid of it. It's just part of you and will always keep you company. Accept this hell you live in.

In my senseless life, I'm proud of nothing and regret nowt.

There are two kinds of people in the world: the lucky ones who enjoy solitude and are happy and the ones who need love and are very unhappy.

Sometimes I feel like I'm sinking in the ocean, but then I realise Atlantis wouldn't be this famous if it hadn't sunk.

 All that's close together is also very far away. Look at the night sky and you'll see conglomerates of stars twinkling together. They seem happy as they look very close to one another. But, if you look closer, you'll realise they're actually lightyears away. No matter how close to you I am, it'll always feel like we're far, far apart.

 Lies

It's maybe all lies. Life is full of lies. But what do I care? Love is a lie that first comes to us in the shape of fairy tales. It's stupid if you think of it. But everything is relative. Stupidity is relative. Even absolute stupidity may be relative. If love is a lie, lies are superior to the truth. If love is a lie, I want to be lied to. The best things in life are lies and I'm not bothered. Every lie can be a truth if you believe hard enough.