The Thoughts, musings,
Artwork of Some Total Losers
As humans, when we look out at the vast expanse of time and space, we can't help but feel minuscule, powerless. Life feels like it has no objective meaning, and we have no objective purpose. It may feel that way, but I like looking at things another way.
We may be small, but we're tiny giants.
The cosmic algae called "Humanity" is made of microbial Gods. That's what I see when I look at reality's beautifully mysterious shitshow, at least.
To me it seems as if the collective power consciousness is an unstoppable force colliding with an immovable object named "Spacetime", pushing existence forward to go on existing.
I personally believe our objective purpose is to interpret living Right Here, Right Now in infinite ways. We use that nihilistic emptiness hidden beneath the All and we fill it with subjective meanings by the billions to replace the objectively lacking.
Of all the fundamental forces governing our Universe, there isn't anything more powerful than the nightmares born in our hearts or the dreams of love which soothe them. We're the plucky underdogs perpetually pulling the greatest come from behind upset of all time.
Supernothings that put on the Allsomething's favorite outfit so we can dream the doing into the being.