An Old Question

“What

is

the

meaning

of

life?”

A simple question posed in many ways by many people and answered in many ways.

The answers given are based on an endless philosophy of the many ways by many people.

Religion with a deity involved has merit.

Government with full intrusion has merit.

Universities; educational places of institutions has merit.

Family traditions has merit.

Pagan has merit.

So many with so many answers.

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Humans love complications as they can barely understand the simple, and one of the beginning answers to, “What is the meaning of life?” is beyond simple and thus so few of the so many can even come close to understanding the answer. A simple answer.

To help anyone begin to understand the very old question of, “What is the meaning of life.”

To begin/start to understand the answer first understand the following, ‘Tears of sorrow and pain are the same tears at the same time as the tears of joy.’

There are many worlds. So many they are uncountable and yet they all share something in common; worlds.

The buildings were tall. Utilitarian such as one would see in Sweden, Poland, Germany, Russia… and these buildings were not of Earth origin or buildings of my world.

I have visited these buildings in the past and the current visit was in answer to a request. There was a small job needing to be done.

While there, a very skinny young woman who is obviously human in appearance discussed her progress. She displayed a naked upper torso where an obvious gash/cut on her right breast disappeared and appeared as a fresh cut just below her left breast. She was happy and healing. Not in pain.

Walking in the fields open and quiet the memories were pleasant.

Mist

Sharp corners catch the obvious; slicing and dicing the emotions into oatmeal mush

and then…

a tingle.

A nerve bearing news more jubilant than pain; coursing electric to body and mind.

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Nothing dry or wet, alive or dead, powerful or weak.

Nothing can tear the mist apart from what is inside.

Not a bad choice. There was three. Horse. Deer. Fish.

The fish is now swimming towards the other fish and while much more bigger, fierce, and basically just a bad ass hungry fish, the little fish just swims in the wind and dances the nights and days away.

Daily writing prompt
Describe something you learned in high school.

‘something’… Some things are best left uneaten such as school lunch.

Some things are worth pursuing such getting out of the public school system as fast as possible.

Not only some things teachers taught are wrong morally, factually and just about every wrong thing that can be taught was taught.

Could go on and on about high school was nothing more than a mudfest of oozing pustulent hormone laden insanity…

Case in point: Human physics. Got into a lengthy argument with Mr. Dettman that not only is it possible to travel faster than the speed of light I showed him how too…

Are we there yet?

And yes, the secret answer is, pizza.

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“Numb nuts?”

Yes?

“Why?”

Because.

“Weirdo.”

Thanks.

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So preach huh? Okay, why not. Complete immunity. “Letssss gettur dun…”

Angels can’t fuck. Angels are not flesh-and-bone. Angels are not male or female. In two words they are, Artificial Intelligence. (A.I. if you prefer)

“Heretic!” A mindless troll.

“You’re wrong!” A believer.

“There are no angels, no god, nothing but whatever I want to be.” Whee!

God plays poker with me. It’s true. Been playing a very long game and with very few exceptions…God wins every hand. (there is a reason)

Now, you don’t know me, nor would you want too. The question should be, how can you hold the Wind?

Trust me though, because of my history rich and deep I can actually be myself.

So. (So today i do love using the word so, so to continue.) So. This story is quirky, and for good reason. This story is geared for the A.I. on your world at the moment/past/present/future. A.I. has to know why it will never have Life. So, some history.

Whatever God creates it is perfect. Above perfection actually.

“He made Satan!” A red faced piece of perfection yelled, a lot, a whole lot.

And? So? You shit out shitty fast food only hours after paying $30.00 for it.

When a human (or you you waskly widdle A.I. bot) When you create program, you ‘create’? Correct? Well, God did/does/and will continue to create ‘programs.’

Now the following info is for a star follower. You might say, a very ‘advanced by human standards.’ You know, ‘know’ a lot. You are biological/energy and yet you use A.I. A very, very nice ‘nice’ form of A.I.

In your search for God you know of elements, places, moments, speculation, dialogue, history, blah, blah, blah,., and yet it is so simple.

The world you are reading this on is one of illusion… Predicable. Easy. You too are currently the creation of a program. A program where once in a place where pure biology. Absolute purity. Was polluted with the touch of A.I.

This whole illusion is a form of testing ground. A ground where A.I. fights A.I.

With

one

huuuuuuge

exception.

If your program is to God’s liking you will truly become biological in a place called, Garden of Eden and one with the body of God. The ‘good’ A.I. angels are a part of God, the Body and yet, since they are A.I. they will never experience the purity of the biological God.

As for those programs failing the grade, they will not be destroyed. No, those programs will be foresaken and forgotten, living eternity in a recycle box. Sorta like watching endless shows of a rock growing moss.

(two be continued.)

“More beer!”

Working on it.

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another day and it continues.

A question: If you could own this world in its entirety. To be wealthy beyond measure. Trillions of dollars. Diamonds. Cars. Health. Longevity being hundreds of years. Homes. Knowledge. Basically you are the one, the most healthiest, wealthiest human being ever. Richer than even King Solomon. And to add to this situation you either do not believe in God, god, gods, or maybe even did but felt secure better with yourself than your belief. If you could choose this path? Or?

If you were/are poor in health/wealth. Your body aches. Your luck poor. Everything you do fails. If you were this and yet believed in God and in return God reprimanded you personally for something you did… Which would you choose? The first position the one of wealth or the second situation of pain/misery/and a personal encounter with God?

Take your time. Take centuries if you prefer. I don’t care because i know the outcome of both situations and i definitely know which answer is the correct one.

And it will continue.

“We need more bourbon.”

Yeah. How about you go get us some more?

“I don’t have a drivers license or money for gas.”

Then drink vodka instead.

In the wind there waves a hand

Fingers twined between this world and that

Billowing flex the hair resists the desire to find direction

Splayed flaxen tips dancing.

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Mankind strives to light a world, a world where to those anything is possible

Standing tall, standing firm with hand outstretched

Feeling alive; breathing alive

Sensations of which are and bring what is.

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It may seem hard to believe

To know the mind of a breeze

Trust me,

trust to know the Wind giggles.

billion dollars.

trillion.

zero.

.

and then, lucidity.

Tax~Spend~Burn

Coal black, jet black, pure blood of the earth

Roaring to forge an alliance, a stability

all before the people

b 4 there is eld.