originally posted by: swanne
a reply to: ancientthunder
There truly is something more. There must be.
An entire universe, with all its information, all the engine and force of Evolution, all its life that just cannot submit to Death, it must
have a purpose.
Perhaps it is on a scale that we cannot comprehend as humans. Perhaps it is an epic battle between Entropy and Information, spanning across millions,
billions, trillions of years. But though we cannot see it in a single lifetime, this means not that it does not exist.
Where does a fire go when it is extinguished? Does it flutter off into the ether, to rejoin the great cosmic fire? Does it remember the wood that it
once consumed in order to have shape, form, momentum - Life? Does it continue as the same flame, to burn eternally in another reality?
Or does it just cease to be, once all of the fuel it would devour, is consumed and gone?
Does fire have any more validity as a thing, than we do? Ultimately? When you extinguish a match, did that match not serve a purpose? Did it not
sacrifice it's existence so that something else could be?
Don't blink. One blink is all it takes. the difference between being in the womb and being in the grave, is a single blink. The countless blinks in
between are nothing more than the subtle moments between the opening of a newborns eyes, and the closing of a lifetime of existence. Be it long or
The bub opens his eyes and see a world it cannot recognise. The dying man closes his eyes to a world it cannot return to.
One blink. One strike of a match. One inferno, rendered to embers that softly fade away.
Does fire burn? Does it scorch the flesh of those eager to embrace it's warmth? Does it conflagrate and consume everything it touches? Is not fire,
life? Illuminating the world around it, yet leaving nothing to see but ashes.
For all the ferocity of it's existence, for all it's desperation to continue, the desire to move forward, onward, and thrive, inevitably it will
expire. Leaving only the mark of it's ever having had been, by the sparks it sends out, to ignite new and different flames. But it, this single flame,
Where does a flame go, when it is extinguished?
Same place as we do. into the darkness.... and the saddest thing of all, we deny this, we despise this. The one single truth that becomes true of us
all. Death. What sort of memory could we ever hope to leave, if it was a mere passing by, to other things. This makes no sense to me.
The only way I can envisage there being more, is if I too deny this, despise this, rail against it with all my might and force, and submit to a higher
power. The notion of god then, becomes a shroud that protects us, keeps us secure in the knowledge that We Have Purpose.
If god were to come down to earth in physical form and speak, if the one question that should never be asked was asked, "Do you exist?" even in a
mocking manner.... say the answer was "No." and the vision of god were to vanish and the shroud lifted and the reality forced onto us so harshly, I
can see why so many fight so hard to protect that veil of safety.. and let them, if it keeps their mortal fire burning.
Our flames burn, and they burn bright. Every single one of us, to ourselves, is the most important thing in all of creation. The illusion of life can
twist this, not always in bad ways. Children, a parent may say they would sacrifice themselves to save their child. Selflessness is not a thing to
object to. But in that last breath, that last glance, that last utterance, there is but one thing that rings true. I am alone.
From the cradle to the grave. everything is an illusion.
Flames do to believe in god, for a flame knows it's true nature is simply to be the many blinks between the one blink. Next time you watch a candle
flicker out, listen. the death of a flame, sounds like a sigh. "There is nothing, but this."
edit on 16-1-2018 by badw0lf because: (no reason given)