Today I got to thinking about the unknown. The fact that every second there are an infinite amount of chances for anything to happen, explained or not. I started thinking about other universes, universes where the cup I’m sitting next to has the letter ‘N’ on the bottom of it, and another where it has an ‘N’ that is slightly moved over, unnoticeably but different. Anything you can think of there is a universe for. Everything you want is in a specific universe.
There is matter and then there is being. There can be being everywhere, anywhere, at any time. Anything could be true. Anything can be hidden. Anything can be shown.
I cannot describe this feeling, if you can even call it that, as it is truly the loss of feeling. I realize the truths – or more specifically, the lack of truths in our realm of existence. Of physical matter and logic. Physical matter and logic.
I get to thinking about how we think of the world, logically. People, ideas, events, everything. What is everything? Well, everything is nothing. But nothing is everything, correct?
I’m going on about nothing now – literally.
Maybe one day you’ll find it, the apathy of nothingness.
Credit To – Frost