This must be the part where I open my heart, as if it were some tome of knowledge. Barrow deep within my philosophies and let us discuss ideas of the infinite; no matter the direction, we must embark on this perilous journey, so we might become unified in our attempts of being a sovereign species. Breaking away from the darkness is improbable, for we are the darkness. It lives inside the heart of existence, not as a great evil, but as a greater question. 

What is nothing? Does nothingness even exist inside of nothingness, or does simply breathing life into the idea cause a great conundrum? One question could have infinite responses, and infinite responses could be lead to one question: why? Every action/choice we have ever faced we always ask and contemplate why. Can we truly find the answer? Or must we create the answer? 

Before the Sumerians, writing wasn’t even a concept. People came together with an idea of how to record history and it was through writing. Writing was nothing, but it exploded as the fundamental tool of recording. Evolving and developing into this immaculate form of communication. Writing was a core principle to understanding.

Nothing can be totally understood. Meaning the entirety of why exist will never be found. If the answer is inside (which in everything religion it leads to the answer being directly correlated internally), then we can create the answer. As rudimentary as that may sound, it could work: it has worked. 

People need to understand differences, and not be turned off by that notion. If you believe God does not exist, or whether you believe God does exist; both are breathing life into the idea of God simultaneously. Then it will leak into ethics, regarding if right and wrong are truly different, or rather, two halves of the same object.

Perception is life. Life is perception. All things work in unison in order to harmonize balance. When people hear the word balance, I imagine them thinking of sometime meditating, relaxing, all in all something peaceful. While this is a great representation of balance from what we see, we do not see, or feel, the raw emotion inside.

Meditating, to me, is a battle, but it is a battle I long for. Infinite thoughts and emotions buzz around like a swarm of hornets. Realizing, that the only way to defeat the horde is to learn acceptance and being able to let go. The climb of the chakras is a beautiful one, but terrifying if one was to fall from the top.

The top is a concept. In fact, mostly everything is conceptual. The constant regard of measurement between intangible terms is tiring. A conversation could last eternity. Or it could last less than a minute. As we start to dive into the real mysteries of life we begin to unfold even greater questions with even more possibilities.

My mind is a labyrinth, personified as a boy lost, inside of infinite labyrinths. Once one dwells in, to leave is a paradox in of its self. This reminds of when I try to imagine nothingness, and all I can think about is… It doesn’t matter. Nothingness doesn’t exist within nothingness. As soon as the idea of nothingness is mentioned, it becomes a paradox. Lurking in the shadows of reality constantly watching our behavior; it is a comforting thought.