This is an endless trip through the jungles of love, art, and poetry. This is an infinite climb towards the peak of the mountains of mind boggling concepts, eye opening ideas, and spiritual expansion. This is an interminable adventure through the skyscrapers of the city of everything I have stood for, and everything I think about.
I want to change the world, with this mind, with this idea, with my pursuit. You with me?
Super Philosophy: Our Theory
My nightly routine is to return home from my neighbor’s house and sit outside to feel the frigid intensity of the cold win and chilling shivers for just a few minutes longer as I smoke a cigarette while listening to whatever song I find in most relation with the season of my soul that evening. The night’s color makes it impossible to seek anything but the light, and I already know what my basement looks like, so I stare at the moon. That, is when it hit me.
The endless meaning and wonders of space. From what it may be in its essence, in its nature, if it even is nature. To the absolute vastness of it, and how ignorant I will forever be to it. There must be a reason, for me to be living in New Jersey, in the United States of America, smoking this cigarette right now. My thoughts, are as deep and wide as the universe I am staring that.
Time travel is absolutely real. The fastest way to get to Mars would not be to travel the distance of space, but to bend the miles and bring your destination closer to you. Through a wide range of theories, from black holes to wormholes, all the way to what we perceive as relativity, we grasp the idea that time is in fact, not man made. Only the measurement of it is. Time is not minutes, time is the universe bending and twisting to design the art work that is the universe in the sky, making it so vast. As well as the universe within us.
Time, is in fact reality. And what if, the stars that we spend so much time wondering about, is different versions of our reality?
My hypothesis, my half-rhetorical question;
If time travel is real, then who is to say there is nobody coming from so far in the future that has harnessed the means necessary to access and manipulate such a power, to alter our history and past, forever changing our reality by the very second… without us ever being able to realize it, because if that is the case, then our lives would never know better than what is being impacted in the past.
What if, the universe is so large, because this reality is not the only one we are living?
What if, the universe is larger than even what is in the stars?
It is time, dimension, relativity changing, being altered, exploding, transforming,
yet as humans, we attempt to control.
To seek safety in our minds, to find comfort and confidence in the life we live every day.
But, the truth is, the sun may not rise tomorrow morning, and there is not a God Damn thing you can do about it. And maybe that sounds evil, a reality in which we can all be doomed, and that no matter what we cannot have a single ounce of control upon the tons of wonders and magic in the universe.
But, it has been society, ignorance that has planted in your minds that being in complete control of the steering wheel is what it takes to reach this reward concept, this plateau of happiness and serenity. It is what is harnessed, that is our power.
Maybe control is just a word. Maybe, we are not meant to be controlled. Maybe, we are not meant to control. Maybe, we are just meant to live. To live as if this moment, is the only moment that has ever mattered.
It is chaos, and I find that word a lot more beautiful than balance.
Because there is nothing beautiful about structure. There is nothing real about structure. Poetry is not peaceful. It does not derive from the gardens of our hearts, the meadows of our minds. The art of the universe, the weight of the passion and power in your soul, the particles and attributes that truly make who you are, are smoke, ashes. We are magma exploding from a volcano, raging terror and revolution upon every dimension of who we are. We are constantly growing, evolving, becoming. We are a universe trapped inside of this physical body. There is nothing about us that is built, architecturally designed. There is nothing about us that can be categorized, placed under label. We are everlastingly, infinitely feeling the energy within us and around as as in depth as the ocean, as intensely as the sun, and as curiously as the sky. We are wild animals, attempting to put ourselves in cages. The cage of the concepts of success, peace, time.
None of it exists. None of it is real. These are words, labels, attempts to characterize and describe. But we are a color the world has never seen. We must embrace our wild nature, our fire, our scars, and our chaos.
There is so much going on.
So how can you call yourself, "happy?" How can you call yourself, "sad?" How can you call yourself, "successful?"
We are free falling, in to abysses, in to heavens, of wonder, imagination, unraveling of what we truly possess.
Reality is a cosmic adventure, a dream. And you are an intrinsic journey, a dream coming true.
Everything matters. Everything has a purpose.
There may be a billion different life forms out there, populating the millions of other planets, and we may be a spec in the sand.
But we matter. Why?
Because the universe, both the one within us and around us, has no capacity. There is no priority or level of importance. It is limitless. It just exists. It is just there. So who is to say, nothing matters and we don't have any sort of true purpose? Yeah, sure, I'm not going to build a spaceship and wage war upon the galaxy and change the universe forever as I become number 1 on the intergalactic most wanted list. I have my own universe to destroy. I have my own universe to build. I have my own universe to travel within.
Stars shooting of dreams and ambitions. The life of love flourishing. Meteor showers of detriment, emotion. Infinite dimensions, realities, and limitless potential in our elevated consciousness, beaming down upon us from the brightness and vibrancy of the sun of magic, the sun of inspiration, the sun of creation.
The galaxy is within us, as much as it is outside of us.
Yet we are tied in strings. We build more walls than we climb, kill more trees than we grow.
The strings of fear.
Fear is an illusion, obviously. You create it, imagine it when facing something you perceive to be more powerful than you. Whether that be the unknown of the darkness, the towering terror of intimidation, or the mystical mystery of death. Fear never stems from something physical. Fear stems from how much it may hurt, how hard it may be, or how much of a hole you will be in if you do not conquer this confrontation.
Fear is your resistance, your law, and in some ways, your structure.
It shackles you with silent chains, uses you as a puppet while it camouflages itself within your mind. We do not identify this substance, yet we give it the platform of a higher power within our life. It seeps in to the pores of our physical visions every day, because within them it is politics, conflict, war, skyscrapers, cars, animals, nature. How can this world be so complex? How can this sort of evil exist? How can I become a man of wealth in finance and happiness? And most of wall, what does this world mean?
It is nothing, and everything simultaneously. Fire has become one with water, Volcanoes hold hands with tsunamis. Earthquakes blend with tornadoes. Batman and the Joker... share a laugh.
This is infinity and beyond, right there within you. Oppositions clashing, the brain and the heart dueling. Tap in to the power, of becoming one with your fear, by eliminating fear itself.
This life is a gun to your head, and its guaranteed to pop off some day. So what is there to fear, besides not grasping the nebula of potential you have, the journeys you can conquer, if not even death can scare you.
There is only one demon to face in this lifetime. The true shackle, the God of enslavement, the fear of living a life you will one day evolve to wish you didn't think a wish, was just a wish.
Just because there are stars within you, planets of passion empowering one another to pursue, does not mean you are the darkness.
Fear is an illusion, the scar of the nightmare.
The only thing there is to fear, is living within fear your entire life.
Face your monsters, and laugh at how truly tired they all looked. Because when you find the bravery to attempt to learn to conquer fear, they will be exhausted in trying to breach the army of true empowerment you have now created within yourself, birthed to your essence.
Do not fear this life, as it has not feared you. It has stood up to you, torn you down and thrashed you around.
Ambitiously erupt from the pathways of the world around you, and express, pursue, create, without a fear in the world. There are only two things that will last forever, beyond the lengths of your eternity. It is the love you emulate and disperse throughout the representation of your energy, and your designs, your creations.
Project Universoul is an idea. The idea, that peace can be attained, love can be true, and that there is a universe breathing it's first breathes, exploding so beautifully within us. Let it empower us in this expedition.