Thinkin of the purpose of life n living can give u some of the most perplexin thts, finally subdued by the feelin that , in front of the magnanimous never ending universe,as little as a micron of a spec of the dot wont define us ..the depths of the microscope will stop havin erections after havin tried to define a point that could be close to comparable , to bring about synonymity to the entity defined by us(singularity in question)
gettin bac to y i started the very comparison in the first place is to ask the very basic question of how this insignificant anonymous entity might feel wen he finds his strengths???
how will that passion be??
how will tat fire take shape??
how will that fire take birth from the womb of ones darkest unexplored depths??
will tat fire burn the oil that drives u r will it burn the depths to produce more enery to drive u??
will it b like the notes of the music flowin on the infinite paper whose lengths surpass the depth of the black hole??
will it engulf the ego to give it the purpose of lyf??
will it mix with the air that we take n in the air that we exhume??
will it make u the light enuf to laugh at the laws of gravitation n wil it defy brownian motion??
will it surpass the 3-4 dimensions (approximated rectangular anomalies) to replace then n kick approximatons out of our lives n make us face absolutes for the first tym ever??
will it destroy the idea of infinity, to make us feel reality, to breathe freedom of the boundaries imposed on the limitless thinkin??
will it bring u out of the shell that u r encased in??
how will it be like??
doing tat which comes naturally to us??
doing tat which will bring out the best in us with the least of resistances offered??
doing things that we ve never imagined to b possible??
doing the doings without the tht of mortality influencin us??
