by HS

You know I sometimes ponder about this certain idea. That idea being what is reality? Are we truly real? We are just comprised of a collection of cells that are fined tuned to their tasks, gathering into a collective forming tissues and those collection form a larger system which are organs. And these cells are comprised of different molecules that also are built up from interlocking pieces called atom. These atoms are also created from a collection of particles. Some of these particles are also comprised of smaller paeticles changed positively or negatively that have a spin in one orientation or the counter clockwise orientation, only glued together by quantum particles called glueons.

Now what's intriguing is that the space in-between these particles are massive, resulting that almost all matter that isn't in the core of a star, neutrons star, white dwarves and black holes are mostly empty space. We are comprised of void and small amount of energy. Then why can we even realise this fact? Most life forms are not permanent but an elusive haze, we need to replace and rebuild our existence constantly or we cease to be capable of continuing this endless cycle of self manifestation until our bodies stops functioning.

Isn't it intriguing that, we, sapiens were able to reach a certain threshold to be capable of considering such things? Observe the great flow enough to quantify the workings of it. We are comprised of molecular machinery that are able to use the energy stored and release chemically to keep this cycle going. We learned how to manipulate the enviorment so that our lives are far more stable than our cousins in the tree of life. We are consuming this craddle we call mother earth for what? So we can consume media? So we can get education to unravel the mystires of the universe? So we can perpetuate this global organism called human society? How different are we to cells with in our bodies? We gather together to create a community, aquring a task or operation to keep the status quo going.

Are we even capable of evolving beyond this craddle? After we consumed all of our mother and father, to seek beyond this craddle for another bed of nutrience in other stellar systems? Or do we just lack the capacity to pass the great filter of civilization? Like many other plausible sentient life forms through out the Universe? Probably why we haven't even seen signs of other sentience, we are separated by instance and location. Longevity of such society is an instance and even if one does exist along side us in the same time line, the evidence of their existence may only reach our craddle long past the death of our own society, like an afterimage of understanding and observation.

It's quite the ignorant thought that we are alone with in this verse, the world doesn't revolve around our existence but might as well due to how short each individual life is. So the only way that this afterimage may not stay as such, is we, individually leave something. Anything. Even how small that maybe. If each one of us leaves a particle of something, it'll gradually pile up. Like how dust collects upon your desk. Each particulate can stack upon each other, and it may form a bridge. A bridge that may bridge the gap between other sentient self manifesting haze. Then we might finally be able to acknowledge our own reasoning being here, a place where much of it is void, sprinkled with small collection of mass and energy. Similar to our own bodies, because we are all systems of space and energy, taking upon this tight rope called time that branches out into infinite divergence due to our own capability of choice.

We may consider we choose, but God doesn't throw dice. Every and all possible choices are acted upon. We may not be able to see beyond the horizon of our worldlines but we may just be able to feel it. That dream you had, or that deja vu. Those instances maybe that we are just with in an universe or even the Universe, but we are living withing the harmony of verses called the Multiverse. Each verse similar in composition, but with slight differences like pitch or instrument. We are all comprised of vibrating strings like an orchestra. A choir that sings the song of reality.