TurnyBright
11-21-2006, 01:30 AM
After looking into many different religions, I realized that no one faith quenched my thirst for knowledge. Knowledge of what happens to us when we die, knowledge of why evil exists, knowledge of why bad things happen to good people, what is god, what is it that makes me "me"?
I was lost, until one night when a friend and I decided to smoke marijuana. That night, I took the first step on a journey that has shown me the path to my own personal nirvana.
You see, that night, after I finished laughing hysterically because I misspelled 'because', I noticed that everything looked different. I saw everything from a new angle, I suppose. I was seeing the innate beauty in all things. I realized that EVERYTHING, whether "good" or "bad" (which are now arbitrary terms to me) has an infinite and utterly fathomable beauty. It's all art.
Since then, my life has been considerably different. Instead of finding reasons to disprove the futility of life, I embraced it and reveled in it. Suffering, I now realize, is a human invention, not a fact of life. Evil is the result of rush.
Probably the single greatest epiphany I have had to date is the realization that THERES NO RUSH. For anything. Ever.
And now I'm speculating on the incredibly beautiful way I've failed to actually reflect my true feelings into this writing. Eh, I'll figure it out someday.
PS- The way I figure it, the soul, the mind, the personality is the bit of our bodies that extends into the fourth dimension, and when we die, we shed our three-dimensional bodies and exist as all-seeing four-dimensional creatures, capable of seeing ALL the beauty of the world at once, and achieving infinite happiness. So here's to death!
I was lost, until one night when a friend and I decided to smoke marijuana. That night, I took the first step on a journey that has shown me the path to my own personal nirvana.
You see, that night, after I finished laughing hysterically because I misspelled 'because', I noticed that everything looked different. I saw everything from a new angle, I suppose. I was seeing the innate beauty in all things. I realized that EVERYTHING, whether "good" or "bad" (which are now arbitrary terms to me) has an infinite and utterly fathomable beauty. It's all art.
Since then, my life has been considerably different. Instead of finding reasons to disprove the futility of life, I embraced it and reveled in it. Suffering, I now realize, is a human invention, not a fact of life. Evil is the result of rush.
Probably the single greatest epiphany I have had to date is the realization that THERES NO RUSH. For anything. Ever.
And now I'm speculating on the incredibly beautiful way I've failed to actually reflect my true feelings into this writing. Eh, I'll figure it out someday.
PS- The way I figure it, the soul, the mind, the personality is the bit of our bodies that extends into the fourth dimension, and when we die, we shed our three-dimensional bodies and exist as all-seeing four-dimensional creatures, capable of seeing ALL the beauty of the world at once, and achieving infinite happiness. So here's to death!