The incredible mind of Roy
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At The age of five, I looked up into The sky into The deep
blue, at The white puffy clouds, and then upon The green
grass and The tree's, and I wondered, 'where did all this
stuff come from?' I then glanced upon a pomegranate tree
full of green pomegranates, I picked up The fallen one
from The ground, and then I had an unusual familiarity,
'have I been here before?' This last question suddenly
struck me, 'was I someone else?'
I've always felt a tug In life, I have always questioned why,
how and where on every aspect of everything, even that of
The elusive case of The existence of God. I have always
been a person who sought out The physical evidence of all
reasons, but yet questioned every imagination of what is
believed to be true. I don't accept my current reality, yet
respect that The end of it is death. I want to believe life
after death, but don't care If it exist. I am okay with
knowing everything or knowing nothing, yet I want to
Know why they both are. I always seek The truth In all
matters, yet respect that what I Know just may be a sincere
wrongness.
I am no one but everyone, I am nothing yet everything.
There could be evidence that I am more than just a man, I
could be crazy for saying that I am God, but it is what it is, I
am sure that I am not alone. Where did everything else
come from, and If it came from nothing, where did that
nothing come from? After facing The world through
everyday trials, I often times forget my questions and say
'Fuck it, it's all shit and I just don't give a damn', everyone
has a belief, but In The end, we all die. Whoever is
responsible for us, whatever is responsible for us is
nothing more or less than a sure absolute death, that
everything upon everything is built to fail; but In The back
of my mind, there is always this belief or understanding
that I have been and will always be more than this.
blue, at The white puffy clouds, and then upon The green
grass and The tree's, and I wondered, 'where did all this
stuff come from?' I then glanced upon a pomegranate tree
full of green pomegranates, I picked up The fallen one
from The ground, and then I had an unusual familiarity,
'have I been here before?' This last question suddenly
struck me, 'was I someone else?'
I've always felt a tug In life, I have always questioned why,
how and where on every aspect of everything, even that of
The elusive case of The existence of God. I have always
been a person who sought out The physical evidence of all
reasons, but yet questioned every imagination of what is
believed to be true. I don't accept my current reality, yet
respect that The end of it is death. I want to believe life
after death, but don't care If it exist. I am okay with
knowing everything or knowing nothing, yet I want to
Know why they both are. I always seek The truth In all
matters, yet respect that what I Know just may be a sincere
wrongness.
I am no one but everyone, I am nothing yet everything.
There could be evidence that I am more than just a man, I
could be crazy for saying that I am God, but it is what it is, I
am sure that I am not alone. Where did everything else
come from, and If it came from nothing, where did that
nothing come from? After facing The world through
everyday trials, I often times forget my questions and say
'Fuck it, it's all shit and I just don't give a damn', everyone
has a belief, but In The end, we all die. Whoever is
responsible for us, whatever is responsible for us is
nothing more or less than a sure absolute death, that
everything upon everything is built to fail; but In The back
of my mind, there is always this belief or understanding
that I have been and will always be more than this.