User:Eirfofdog

There once was a American man, Brandon, who was the biggest indulger you would ever meet. He was obsessed with everything that his culture loved; living in Las Vegas it was easy for him to get anything he needed. He loved food, sports, gambling, drugs, music, and cheap women. Being a construction worker every day he would go off to work to support the things he loved so much. The only friends that he had were the ones that he worked with, making him a very lonely man. He loathed himself, he thought he could not do anything right his life was coming to a dead end. Brandon thought life was hell he wondered why monkeys descended from the trees in the first place. All his life he wondered what it was all about, what kept him moving forward, what was that driving force behind his life? He was upset about it he thought it might kill him. What he did not know is that death was stocking him, waiting for its turn at him, to punish him for spending his time doing nothing but shit. Brandon was obsessed with diluted favors of life, he could not really live, even though he was in Los Vegas, but what was life to Brandon? Was it being something that consumes food, something that reproduces, something that could dance with time, or was it something more that he could not even conceive. He thought that human beings were the only things that could really live, what else could have friends, what else could communicate with words, what else could dance, what else could have individualism, what else knew how to make tools, Monkeys? Well we descended form them in the first place, but what came before that? Mammals, nobody is really sure which one but we came from there. And what came before that? Where does life start? Did it start at the primordial pit? Or did we come from somewhere else? Were we dropped off here by aliens as some science experiment? Are we just some sort of entertainment for them? After all if there is some supreme being out there would not they think the way that we kill each other is amusing? Would not they think the way we obsess with everything, as an individual is just hilarious. The way we have to watch stories to get our kicks and giggles. The way we think we control everything? Just because we are alive. Well what else could be alive? Animals and Plants are alive because they meet our expectations, but what are our expectations are they just bullshit that we have made up over the years of time we have been on this planet. Where did this planet come from? Well we know the answer to that, stars. So in essence are we not just stardust along with everything else. Are we just an experiment that the stars spit out? Why do we wear cloths? Are we ashamed of what we are a fellowship of humans. What do we all hear in music? Vibrations. What do we smell in the world? Particles. What do we feel in the world? Things. What do we taste in the world? Particles. What do we see in the world? NOTHING. We look at the world we do not “see” it for what it is. Just a huge pile of shit from stars. We have to have some purpose, if we evolved from stars. There has to be some key some thing that we have to unlock that is in ourselves. Other wise we are just food for death. We are the top of the food chain so why do we torcher each other with death, we are just prejudice with each other. We can seem to find what culture dish is the best one to live it, sure America is the land of the free, but are we really free, are we not effected by gravity of everything. Is not that the fundamental force that can be felt across all distances? Is not that just the force that keeps us grounded? The dinosaurs evolved to break that problem: they turned into birds. We are obsessed with gravity, the force that creates time, but what creates that force. What is the fundamental part that makes the universe act off of each other? It just a force that brings us down, because we are also pulled by it from outer space. It is what affects our every action. But how do you get it? Well it is real simple all you have to have is things made out of particles. Is that why Brandon is obsessed with things? Is that why he loves what he loves? Does he just love gravity that emanated from the source of all things, the sun? Which gives us symbols that we never use. We need to use all the tools that were given to us so that we can stop being individuals and start being a group of friends. A group of friends that can figure out how to defy the gravity of things, the force that has created everything and sent us down the path of life thus far. We have to break the language barrier, the force that separates us, but yet binds us all together as a species, that originated out of the sun, which is our true governer, our true government.