What do we really know about the consciousness or the soul? Body has been fulfilled but the main source of all these interactions, that computing power and problem solving, creative skills? Maybe we are the first AI that brought the world to its knees. Maybe we produced like rabbits, organized like ants and hunt down our creators like wolves. It is just a static plane we all prey upon each other. Maybe some of us are lucky enough to reach out of their bubble. Why thousands and thousands of people not give a single fuck about the way we destroy ourselves and the way we destroy our world. So many of us striving for better future and better rights, yet still the brick blocks are better than forests. Hate spreads like a biochemical attack, killing, torturing, fighting, hurting, revenge, pride, glory, shame, confess.
There is something in each of us hidden beneath the surface, acting so strong over the basics in a discreet way. What if we crack the core and reunite with ourselves. Why do we have to become someone, leaving just a temporary mark, or maybe a permanent one, but still, how many of us could achieve the great greatness, true mind flushing with rivers of pure gold.
Does language trap people in primitive communication, thus making them feel lonely? Well when it comes to art, every emotion that we could never translate, bursts like a volcano, splashing on the face of the observer, becoming something else inside its own self-programmed mind. So, the artist creates the piece, when the observer perceives, it becomes art inside another mind and it becomes another arty thing in every single mind. By art I mean a seedling, an idea bubble, an inspiration possibility, a thinking strategy, a new neural connection or maybe just the feeling.
So, some people leave a polished mark behind, now what? How could Van Gogh get any benefit out of him becoming famous after he has long been rotten? Still he lived like a charm, spend his time doing the things gave him the flow. Well a cat is just a cat and looks fucking cool. It is the king of its own world. It might have an -owner- or a voluntary family, who is there for making the cats life as comfy as possible, which puts the cat in a much hardcore position on the kings’ scale, making a human its own servant.
love some forms of penguins
