Chaotic writing and ramblings.

[anoni]

Yeah, ok so, this is the situation. I find myself wanting to write down, pretty much nonsense. However, I don't want to write this in my journal because it's not really journal related and I also don't want to write this in my already made "poetry thread" because it's not poetry. So, I decided to make a thread for myself (and anyone who wants to join) so I can keep track of my random ramblings. Pretty much, this is just going to be random ramblings, maybe not related to anything, just ramblings.

A third Parties view on significance. 

Spoiler for Hidden:

The universe is not sentient, it does not follow under the rules of the clambering, parasitic self replicating organisms we so triumphantly, with the utmost egotistical self confidence, call life. No, the universe does not follow what life believe and what life ignorantly perceive as "right" and "wrong" or as the way the world works. Life is blind by their true significance of the universe due to their most unlikely existence. The universe is so much greater, so much more complex and expandable that life could never hope to achieve to understand it as it truly is. To put this in perspective, Life believes that it is the most important thing in the universe, that it can understand the far reaches and view the universe at what it truly is. Humanity, so proud of it's accomplishments, for rising above its animal brothers and ruling over them with almost no opposition, man truly dominates over the earth. But what does man truly dominate? A rock, cluster of dust, that spins around a small star, surrounded by more and more stars, so many stars that humanity could not even compute the true significance of that number. Those stars are grouped around a galaxy, with so many more galaxies, so far apart, that counting the galaxies would take a life time and traveling between galaxies would take more life times than there have been humans. Life, so proud of themselves, for ruling over such a small, pathetic, space of the universe. So ignorant of the real events that happen around them.

Order in Chaos, Chaos in Order

Spoiler for Hidden:

Chaos, by it's very definition, cannot exist. For a complete lack of order would not work, as a chaotic cluster of society would turn against it's own chaos. Ask an anarchist to follow no one, what will he do? For true chaos to exist, chaos must revolt against chaos, for even chaos as a disordered fashion has the mutual order of all believing in chaos. If chaos revolted on itself, that would disassemble chaos, creating order. Therefore, there is order in chaos.
Order, by it's very definition, cannot exist either. For diversity creates abnormal outliers, which in themselves create chaos. Abnormality creates chaos. Therefore for a society to be truly ordered all of society must be normal, but for that to happen all of society must be the same. If everyone is the same, there is no order, for how can you order things that are the same? Order the numbers "2, 2 and 2", it cannot be done, for any order these numbers are put will equal the same outcome. Does that mean that the numbers are always ordered? No, these numbers have no order, they can be placed in any direction, without any way to order them, for they all mean the same thing. There is no order in complete order, there is Chaos in Order.

The End is the beginning

Spoiler for Hidden:

Everything always ends, a philosophy that holds true for all. Good or bad, big or small, long or short, it does not matter what, it just matters when. The universe seeks  for no change and no change is what it shall get. All the universe is, and was, will go back without change, to what it was before it is. In the grand scheme of things, change does not exist, for everything comes back together to the "before" of the very beginning. after death is before life, after destruction is before creation, after the end and before the beginning are the same thing. Nothing changes, all activities we do, anything ever done, will be pointless in the end and in the beginning. Only a small part, a small time frame, will be when it matters. But that is our time frame, the time frame we cherish oh so much, whether or not we leave our mark after our end shouldn't matter to us. For everything is pointless then, the only thing that matters is the inbetween, between the beginning and the end, the middle.

[anoni]

  We are the machine, the machine that preserves itself in something infinitely and greater, the universe and all beyond it. We stretch off life and see what we have to see, but what we see is so small to what is actually out there. So we wanted to see more and we became a machine, a machine to seek more, find more, get more and we did. We lived off the universe like a leech, we combined what we knew into things we didn't know. Creating a superposition of two known definite variables of the physical universe, then implementing that new superposition to a third variable creating a new superposition. Implementing our current superposition to the new superposition creating even more disturbance and influx. Granting us millions of possibilities, infinite possibilities, infinite and anything in between infinity, all and more.

  We are the machine that continues building from this infinity to seek more and seek the unknowable, grasp what cannot be grasped. We have seen the rims of the universe, it expands faster than we can imagine, but we know how much it expands. We have seen so little, but so much more than we have thought. We know what a small cluster of dust is doing on the other side of the vast sea of time and space that the universe is. We are now constrained by time, time is the constraint for us to realize that the universe is only as big as how old it is. It could be larger, but we will not know as the light takes too long to get to us, longer than the universes existence. So we're stuck? No, we build on this infinity, greater than infinity, we can break the laws, break the universe, what is seemingly impossible, is possible approached an infinite way.