God-Syndrome-Addict

Thanks for the many assorted faces.

“Why…….Why are we here? Because of sheer dumbness of dumbning dumb lucky luck of that of which is because the possibilities resulted into a transforming ever occurring transformation twisting current evolution that changed us, Sapiens that live in the homes that could be and are some Homo of that is Homo Sapiens to be able to rise and not be mauled by the teeth and claws of hungering hunger from that is stronger and bigger to be what is more powerfully powerfull that might possibly could and did hold more stamina? Are we are here because it was our turn, the other had enough and now wishes to rest? So nature found a way to create a route for us to live and survive and in doing so and soforth we've taken advantage of it, obeying this new turning point of ever changing changeness? Good or Bad? Neutral or Siding?
Are we the thing of the unknown that is yet known but closed from the mindset unable to be seen from the blankness of naked nakedness eyes that can only see a surface and not what lies underneath and beyond this being nothing, and that makes us something? There are many things that are supposed to not exist, and that's only because they haven't come to be yet, yet, sometimes are indeedly indeed there---weather be discovered to happening happened. Thought do not exist until they come to mind, travelling through the linking circuits, tunnels and tubes of information storage that is a brain. People do not exist until implanting the fertilization.
Yet, this raises another question. Does something really exist? Do WE really exist? Are we here, were we here? Or are we not and have never been? Do we only THINK we exist? Is this all in our what could be, perhaps minds, believing what we only wish and want to believe because it makes things easier, more simple, less frustrating and complex? Less unknowing and knowing? Knowledgeable rather then unknowledgably unknowledgeable?
Does one exist? If so, how? We could be, yet, are we sure? Is there any proof we are real and genuine, besides what WE think is evidence to what of which is that is real?....
We may perhaps be everything, we are what we are, we are what we're supposed to be…..or, yet, we are or not what we want to be. We are the mammals of animals who have undergoed, underwent, transformed and evolved combining ourselves to the group of molecules, a group of organs and water, a civilian civilization that is or might be, it is probable, a failure, a success, the start, the beginning...the ending neverending.
We are just but a fragmental fragmented fragment phase in the ever currently or not so current but changing ever timeless timelessness of transcended time, but we seem to be forgetting also have forgotten such things. We are mortalling mortal mortals. Only living once of sorts, once infected, penetrated or crushed, we may and will die and if not die, a shortening shortness of the once lifefull lifelessness of lifespan. Or…….
Are we? Perhaps that mortal is but a coverup, a shield protecting something that could be more and is able to make us hatch out of this strange shell of a body, perhaps it is a test, or a preparation to what lies ahead of turning ever twisting never mellowing fates. We ever awaiting our true forming forms that could truly be us……..yet a part of us we may never see or reach, but perhaps do, yet will not may never know, yet maybe we do know....
One thing is sure, we are us and we are unique, changeable, unchangeable, still able to retain the same characteristics...We are an interesting species.
Or, are we a species? WHAT is a species? Do we even know what that is? If so, HOW do we know what that is?
What is our purpose?
Suvival, breeding, teaching and dying. As could be creatures who think, we make our own purposes, our own goals, destined to change their own, to grow, to learn and to share. For years humans have searched for A PURPOSE. Yet, maybe there is no need to search, for once we have it, it is knowable and makes sense and relaxes the pondering questioning ponders. Happyness. To be happy... Why do some wish to change things, to rule the world? To feel better about themselves, to like themselves, to make their land and life better?
And then that leads and creates what? Happiness...Yes. It may be so.We usually need someone to point out we are good or we need society to show us we have accomplished our goals before being happy...but that's our ultimate goal: the research and achieve of happiness.
Or is it? For the humans of the Homo of Sapiens tend to search for other things as well. Could we be needing mellowness? Sadness? Ecstasy? Torture? A long awaited combining combination forming those feelings into a clusterfull cluster? Oh the pondering ponderfull questioning questions of which this would of realms of places holds.”

Hey there cutie, going out tonight?