Fwd: test of what?

[Nikunj Bansal]

From what we know of existence, is that for some reason we exist, and then suddenly, we stop existing. As a unique object, we, the species, clearly extend some common prototypes, perhaps, sharing an emulated environment too! I believe my existentialism is my totem, is my faith in only me being real, in utter detachment, living not, lulling away the run-time. I digress. This man below shares currently what I feel at this exact moment.

This guy has absolutely no idea about the surrounding. He is being made in the surrounding, he feels it, he knows it, the feeling of being created and expanding into the unknown, and realizing that the vacuum isn’t really that scary a deal. Its beautiful, really. You love the entire process, and then, just like that, you are made. you are complete. The world is your oyster. quest is your stuporred, you pledge to the quench to know the max, you learn to live with min knowledge of death. Am I not just a computer program that is all fancy and lively but has no real purpose?, asks the creator’s guy. Why did the creator create music? isn’t music’s sole purpose helping in dealing with all the worthlessness. much ado about nothing, really. It’s only fascinating if you write about it. Intestines scream out in gut wrenching reality. But test of what?…

a) Better yourself at each incremented linear time, and make it easier for the next iteration of your creation. If you are an object, and we assume you are an object, you will have multiple iterations. Everything that happens in your physical world which can be explained mathematically, can also be extrapolated to unknown world, with reasonable success.

b) Strive to know the unknown world, somehow, somewhere there may be an answer, look it up, test it, then do something with the power.

c)  Live with it. The only life is the life you create, and it will be removed once you die. does not matter, anyway.

d) Detach the two worlds, play each match at it’s pace, play all that you want, play not what you don’t want. 

working under the sun, striving to survive, may not yield such thoughts. life ends at god of death’s command.