We can't wake up from life.
I've always been fascinated by pointless stuff, or seemingly pointless stuff. I remember Mr. Ong talking about tapeworms and how well-adapted they are to our digestive system, so much that they can survive in our intestines for like damn long and eat the food we eat.
I remember wondering out: What's their point in life?
They didn't seem to have much of a point--just staying in one area (the afflicted's stomach), feeding, growing up, procreating, dying, and getting shat out.
I failed to note that all humans life the same kind of life, and even if we did there's no difference. There's always a world out of the world we're currently in, and if we were to really learn to look at things in the 'macroscopic' point of view we'd realize that we count for nuts.
This is all because I read about some weird huge-ass star out in the universe some 165,000 light years away on the newspapers earlier. If the Earth is a tapeworm, there'd be many other tapeworms within the gut of the universe. Is there a world outside of this universe in which the universe as we know it is a tapeworm of the world outside of this universe? What are we all doing then? We talk about protecting the Earth and shit like that but in the grand scheme of things, in the entire universe, no one gives a shit. If there were aliens they'd probably laugh at us for taking life too seriously, for being too uptight about random shit and not living life as fully and extravagantly as we can, instead of worrying about examinations, certificates, jobs, relationships, getting laid, getting blowjobs, et cetera.
When we take a step back and look at things we'd realize just how extremely small we are, and how our efforts will come to naught. It's a very depressing way to look at things, because you know you can never do anything to change anything you don't like in this world, and you know that even if you could you're still living in an illusion.
Living is like dreaming, except that you can't wake up from it. And as you keep dreaming and doing what you want in your dream, you realize that it all counts for naught when you eventually wake up from this dream you know as your life.
But do we actually ever 'wake up'? Is there still a dream within a dream, or do we simply stop thinking, cease to exist, have our minds removed from us, be incapable of thought, almost as if time has stopped for us? Would committing suicide hasten our progress towards awakening from this current dream we're living in, or would time just stop and we be unable to make sense out of our current dream? Do we just give up here and now, or live our dreams fully no matter how much of a nightmare it can be, because dreams will turn out better as long as we think positively?
Does optimism help?
Inception really is a mind-raping movie. I watched it with my sis by the way. As in my real sister, the one that was born before me from my mother's womb, and not the bullshit 'god-sister' kind that many people are known to be making. Tiring movie. I am beginning to question my own existence and the point of it and when juxtaposed with the star 165,000 light years away I'm really beginning to doubt the point of everything.
-- 7/23/2010 12:09:00 AM
