This is a world with infinite time and space and matter and infinite vareity of things.and there are about 6 billion people living and thinking in this world.Sometimes I wonder how and why it is particularly me who are the host of thinking all that and how is this possible as I’m merely one of these 6 billion human beings. why and how the host of this thinking of all that infinite world with 6 billion humans in it happens to be me particularly, and the host of this thinking is a person taking the whole responsibility of my body and mind.and conpared with the infinity of this world, me is equivalent to zero.
It puzzled me every time I ponder it.What do you guys think about that.
being, it is of the pleasures you could make in controlling something to love you could seek to receive, God doesnt love that is why nobody love it is only a testing thought with me, and you too who are showing how guys can be on ultimate happening a zero which means void
I used to think about that as a little kid. Like, I can remember thinking that at the age of 4 or 5. Why am I me and not someone else? And a few weeks ago, the question came back to me.
I think it’s a mystery. Why do I exist? How does anything exist? I see this question as being very closely related to the enquiry: “Why do I exist?”. And I don’t think there can be an answer to the question.
Stop thinking like a human. Humans are the tool makers of the world, and we expect everything useful to have been somehow designed, created or made for a purpose. Most things just ‘are’ and are quite happy with the situation.
Actually, I’m not thinking like a human. I don’t think I have a final purpose in the universe. When I say “Why am I here?” I don’t mean “What purpose do I serve?” I mean something else. I think the universe can be described perfectly by humans (eventually), but I don’t think science can answer the question how the universe came into existence. So I’m more curious as to how ANYTHING at all exists, including me. And I think that’s a question that cannot be answered.
when you are quite happy of feeling alive without thinking why you are yes a human tool submissive to the purpose they will forever ignored, but as soon as you question your feelings of being you start to become a human beingconscious of being a tool too but seeking to get benefit of the purpose for itself to be in the end as he serve the end he deserved it first, this must be the whole idea of pain and sacrifices justified in God, being to contribute positively to convince the denials being of God being in order to enjoy being him as He want to be, you or someoneelse are different in what you give to the truth, everything you receive in feelings orders to endure of situations you dont see yourself inn everything you can get of the all decoration room forcing you to be inn even in you are the same fundamentally dont try to see you in what you get, but in what you choose to do, this is how you would feel the difference adding to a real sentiment of making to be, so speak up men and justify your unbeing to God Himself, tell Him what you deserve and what you are doing of what you want
why are we here? it is very simple when you know and extremely complex to say to whom dont feel because God to touch at his biggest being is of your feelings of being his depth that you can only as an extremely smallest piece of Him He wanted that way to convince the truth of the depth to his most powerful being who do everything, the pride of God is so particularly present, He knows that any point of His depth must be in all so to make his revenge to whom of Him dont look to what He wants of Him to be, He told them well you watch what i did, my depth are all what allow you to be and they are extremely precious beauty to me because it is I, to proove it i will throw the dies with one flower inside go and rule as you always wanted to enjoy what i do, tell all the dies of you Gods what is right and wrong and to seve you all along as you think i want of what i create, i will not interfer I AM GOD and i dont care, but one flower the most fragile and small will break you all just because she touched my depth being of
so go on do yourself tool, hate that tiny poor little thing to endure, you want it all to justify your feeling of power in real you would be, tell her that she wants when she wants nothing but to feel save in God, tell her it is all her fault when she does nothing ever to offense all God depth or to harm an insect, say that she is not but of what you would give, i know she doesnt care ever of what you done she pity you as much almost than she pity herself for fearing God pride being of revenge and not the end
