Sometimes life gets so mundane and slow-moving that it really makes you wonder what we're all here for. And yet, although it seems that life is slow-moving, it also moves so quickly that you don't really get to appreciate it very much. Time plays tricks with the human mind; we are here for so short a time that I feel so insignificant, less than a speck of dust in the Earth's atmosphere, floating around, desperately trying to find a way out.
I don't think that life has no meaning. I feel that I am here now, to do something. But to do what? Do I help, ultimately, in the course of what will one day be history? There is no answer, and I will probably not get an answer even after my death. I will not get an answer many years beyond that, because where is the evidence? Who will be able to say that I, any small and single human being, was able to change the course of history? Perhaps if one were Confucius, Socrates, Newton or Einstein, one could say that - but where would one be, in time, when one wants to say that? Would one's consciousness be floating in space? Or would one be another on this small planet, forever condemned to observing the universe through a small fleck of divinity?
It's hard to think, really, that I am here now. The world seems so old - the universe is so old. I am here only for such a short amount of time, and yet - why am I able to see the results of the universe so many years after its creation? Or, was it always there? What is it that defines creation, and what is it that defines eternity? Can something be eternal? Eternity feels like such a fabrication of my imagination that it is hard to imagine it being real. Because how can something be exactly the same as it was a moment ago? Is that possible?
I have so many questions
But I have no answers
For what is a question
And what is an answer?
Incomprehensible
Inexplicable
I sometimes wonder why
I am able to come up with something
That I cannot answer
Nor can I fully understand
Your thoughts?
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