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, and 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 exit. 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,
and I could be crazy for saying that I am God, but it is
what it is, and I am certain 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, and whatever is
responsible for us is nothing more or less than a sure
absolute death, and has designed a world that
everything upon everything is built to fail; but In the back
of my mind, there is always this thought 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, and 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 exit. 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,
and I could be crazy for saying that I am God, but it is
what it is, and I am certain 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, and whatever is
responsible for us is nothing more or less than a sure
absolute death, and has designed a world that
everything upon everything is built to fail; but In the back
of my mind, there is always this thought or
understanding that I have been and will always be more
than this.