RMorgan
5th August 2011, 17:56
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players"
Shakespeare was right.
Weīre part of a big play, thatīs it.
Do you think politics is important? Do you think who wins the presidential election really makes difference?
Do you think thereīs actually freewill? Do you actually know the real meaning of freedom?
I donīt think so. I think all in all is just a distraction.
Iīm starting to believe that we are dealing with a strategic plan, that is so intelligent, so elaborated and complex, that even our most bold conspiracy theories, philosophy and sciences donīt come even close to it.
But why we canīt even get close to understand the real plan? Why itīs almost impossible for us to get to know whatīs going on behind the curtains?
Weīre actors, players, who got lost within our characters. Weīre actors, who are on the same play for such a long time, that we donīt know who we are anymore. We canīt remember it.
Then, these characters become so complex, that they develop their own intelligence, they evolve and change during an individualīs life time and, our real self becomes just a shadow, a ghost, blocked by our certainties and convictions of what is real.
The play became our lives, and our lives become just distant dreams, fragmented inside the most complex labyrinth ever engineered.
Some of us believe they are awaken, but they are not. Itīs just a defensive mechanism, perpetrated by their characters, in order to quickly adapt to another chapter of the play.
This play is composed of so many layers and variables, that even those who claim to be prophets and those who call themselves enlightened, are in fact, even further away of the so called truth. Playing the characters of prophets and enlightened, doesnīt make their real self so.
Itīs so unlikely that we ever come close to the truth, as it is unlikely for any of us, to go back in time and see the world through the eyes of a newborn child.
Possibly, we could only see whatīs going on behind the curtain during two extreme occasions on our lives; When we born and when we die.
Maybe thatīs why very young children have so pure smiles and sincere laughter. Maybe the very nature of this gigantic, elaborated and complex play is so simple, that if someone realizes it, thereīs nothing to do but to smile and laugh.
Complex simplicity. This is the ultimate paradox, the holy grail of science and philosophy; the fundamental equation, where infinite variables result in a single, perfect, end.
And all the men and women merely players"
Shakespeare was right.
Weīre part of a big play, thatīs it.
Do you think politics is important? Do you think who wins the presidential election really makes difference?
Do you think thereīs actually freewill? Do you actually know the real meaning of freedom?
I donīt think so. I think all in all is just a distraction.
Iīm starting to believe that we are dealing with a strategic plan, that is so intelligent, so elaborated and complex, that even our most bold conspiracy theories, philosophy and sciences donīt come even close to it.
But why we canīt even get close to understand the real plan? Why itīs almost impossible for us to get to know whatīs going on behind the curtains?
Weīre actors, players, who got lost within our characters. Weīre actors, who are on the same play for such a long time, that we donīt know who we are anymore. We canīt remember it.
Then, these characters become so complex, that they develop their own intelligence, they evolve and change during an individualīs life time and, our real self becomes just a shadow, a ghost, blocked by our certainties and convictions of what is real.
The play became our lives, and our lives become just distant dreams, fragmented inside the most complex labyrinth ever engineered.
Some of us believe they are awaken, but they are not. Itīs just a defensive mechanism, perpetrated by their characters, in order to quickly adapt to another chapter of the play.
This play is composed of so many layers and variables, that even those who claim to be prophets and those who call themselves enlightened, are in fact, even further away of the so called truth. Playing the characters of prophets and enlightened, doesnīt make their real self so.
Itīs so unlikely that we ever come close to the truth, as it is unlikely for any of us, to go back in time and see the world through the eyes of a newborn child.
Possibly, we could only see whatīs going on behind the curtain during two extreme occasions on our lives; When we born and when we die.
Maybe thatīs why very young children have so pure smiles and sincere laughter. Maybe the very nature of this gigantic, elaborated and complex play is so simple, that if someone realizes it, thereīs nothing to do but to smile and laugh.
Complex simplicity. This is the ultimate paradox, the holy grail of science and philosophy; the fundamental equation, where infinite variables result in a single, perfect, end.