What does it mean to exist? What is
the concept of living? Does one need to attain some sense of practical aptitude
in order to feel like they truly exist for a purpose? It is of my own perception
that nothing exists for a purpose other than to exist. Chance, destiny, fate,
decisions; these metaphors for personal action are not justified through any
means either scientifically or metaphysically as to base one’s life off of, or
to enact any purpose other than to appease a personal agenda. Transcendence is
not constituted by the means of heightening oneself above that of their predecessors
or any other form of life. The main concept of life is the existence of it, and
the existence of reality as a whole. Knowledge itself is limitless and infinitely
changing. Therefore, it is unconstitutional for someone to claim to have
superior knowledge or perfect knowledge as a means to gain power and influence
over a situation in order to justify their means of indicting their own way of
life into the reality of existence. As beings of time, we cannot pertain to any
order of cosmic deification in order to attain a sense of belonging or
stratification. The concept of the soul or spirit is undefinable in the sense
that the cognitive thought of it is inconceivable and wholly unrecognizable to
beings in time. The sheer concept of thought and being are so complex that we
can’t define them in the course of time. A question the pose with this would
be, where does our concept of thought and being or even the soul go when our
bodies in time cease to function or become wholly eradicated and useless? Do we
finally attain the transcendence of time after our corporeal bodies are no
longer in use, when they can no longer contain a soul or spirit? Does the mind
still function of the same level as what we once knew in corporeal states? The
only difference between the concept of timelessness and in time is that the laws
of life and death prelude an end to a beginning, and where there is an ending,
there is nothing else. As we know so far, life and death are inevitable. The concept
of immortality, or the idea of being timeless, outside of time as it were, is
only conceivable through sheer fancy and metaphysical stasis. What we once
thought of as being all powerful and totally influential towards the shape of
reality is but a common misunderstanding with beings of time. Reality itself is
timeless. Through our very own scientific knowledge and understanding, we have
deemed that both energy and matter can be neither created nor destroyed, only
manipulated. With that, if that is as so, then is there a numerical amount of
both energy and matter that is quantifiable in all of existence? If so, then
how far can exploration and discovery take us before we learn everything? If
not so, then how is this energy and matter being continually created if it is,
in a sense, infinite? The concept of infinite being an incalculable value, as
it is unending. If infinite is unending, and both energy and matter are both
infinite in nature, then how does our law justify those two concepts? Taking
all of this into account, how are we, as beings of a finite nature, able to
quantify existence and reality and then proceed to control it. I feel that we
are completely insignificant towards the concept of existence. We are
unregistered in the concept of existence being that we are finite and existence
is infinite. How are we to put a foothold on reality if the only reality is
existence? What is our goal as humans, as to pertain to a cosmic functionality,
if we see our own existence as something infinite? We live, we breed, we die,
and all for the sake of what? The only purpose, as so far in, that we can
recognize would be to continue the perpetuation of our species. Yet with our
own individualistic prowess, we are not in a state of perpetual longevity. Is
it in our right to question the concept of reality and existence? I err in
light of that question by my previous conjectures with reality and existence,
but the conceivable nature of it all is so profoundly colossal that the only
thing that we can do is to ponder
these philosophical questions in nature. Our very nature of existing as we are
is a complete bane on the concept of infinite reality and existence itself. For
what is it that we cannot even question our own existence without having a
distinct personal feeling of disgust at the notion? It appears to me that we
can neither understand the thought of existence or the thought of reality as it
is. We have chiseled and pried away at these notions and have generated great
knowledge through or endeavors into the nature of infinities and, with that,
have come no closer to even understanding these notions as they are in time.
How does one even begin to understand timelessness in an existence that is
perpetuated by the impending doom of time itself? Why do we continue to pry and
chisel when the inevitability of it stares at us with its infinite girth and magnitude?
We split an atom and discovered tremendous amounts of energy contained within,
and yet the mass and energy are incalculable in our concept of time. It seems
to me that we are a fatalistic species that is doomed to fail wholly on the
prime fact that we are beings in time whereas existence and reality are outside
of time and too complex. The concepts of our species are none too vast for us
to study and yet we still feel that we need to expand and change these concepts
due to our lack of knowledge of the concept of reality and existence. We try to
purpose that reality and existence are both ordained by our own existence and
we try to harness these concepts without regard to our own existence as a
sentient race in time. What is it that drives us and compels us to commit these
experiments and studies when we know that our time is limited to our corporeal
bodies? How do we divert ourselves onto a path that is within our own realm of
being in time? We have studied the cosmos around us, we have studied the planet
that we live on, we have studied the effects of the human nature through war
and avarice, and yet we feel that we must converge on a single truth to
everything. How does the question even invade a being that is not outside of
time when we know that we are finite? We will die and never know the truth to existence.
The utter concept is what kills us and yet we still drive ourselves to the
point to where we become mad and lose sense of reality and existence and
destroy our minds to the point of having no knowledge anymore. I feel that when
the time comes and we try to orient ourselves into beings outside of time, then
we will finally drive in the nail that shatters reality and existence and we
will no longer exist as ourselves, but as existence itself. I do not laugh at
the concept of time being a bubble as has been devised in the popular TV series
“Doctor Who”, but I do question that concept in the fact that time in itself is
immeasurable due to the infinite nature of it. Even the sheer thought of
everything happening all at once is comparable to a fallacy on our species part
for the fact that events that happen are only constituted towards the reality
of the events and in no way are related with time itself. Nothing takes time;
time only being relevant with our nature as beings in time. We sense time only
as our bodies continually decay and our matter and energy disperse. Psychological
partitions deem that our minds are infinite in the concept of existing without
a physical obligation towards reality, and yet it is claimed that our minds
cease to function once our corporeal forms cease to function. How is it that we
can deem ourselves as being infinite in mind when our minds themselves are
slave to our corporeal forms? Time is only conceptualized in the idea of
understanding the rate of decay of physical form and the revolution of objects
in the cosmos; amongst other concepts in which we use time as a label. In that
idea, time itself is stigmatized with being finite when in the reality of its
existence it is inconceivable in itself. Can time realize itself in nature and
if so, then how does it work? Does one action in time dictate the outcome of a
certain event? Is it time that is wholly influencing these events? Does time
constitute our reality and existence? Should time even be labeled in the impact
of our inevitability? In what way do our musings and ponderings of such
concepts begin to reign purposeful in our existence or the very concept of
existence itself? In that, it is of my own perception that existence is
nothing, and nothing matters in existence. We exist for no reason, and
existence has no reason. Reality is only conceptualized individually with our
species. We are nothing in existence, such as the same as existence is nothing
in our nature of being. Time is no character to shape our views of existence or
even the thought of being. One is all, and all is one. Nothing is everything, and
everything is nothing. There is no reason to perpetuate our endeavors to seek
out the ultimate truth to existence for existence has no ultimate truth. The
only truth is nothing. Label it as nihilistic, but the truth is that there is
not truth. To me, our only purpose for being is just to be. We are nothing
special, but in the same respect, we can do whatever we want, because we don’t
matter.
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