Exist

Much like any other human that has ever lived, I don’t have a definitive answer to what happens after our last breath. Maybe an answer will elude us until the very end of our existence in this universe. Where we go, if we go anywhere at all, is the deepest mystery of them all. Introspection on death has caused suffering and existential angst. It has served as fuel for innovation on every aspect of human life. An everlasting quest to never forget and never be forgotten. Medicine prolongs our life, technology improves our life, philosophy tries to explain it and religion tries to justify it.

The relentless wave of existence washes over us daily, distractions, such as modern day consumerism, often serve a role in bandaging these feelings yet the itch that is embedded in our soul cannot be scratched so superficially. In the words of a great writer and journalist, Johann Hari;

“...Its not so much the consumer behavior itself, its what the consumer behavior diverts you from; we all know at some level none of us are going to lie on our deathbed and think about all the shoes we bought, we are gonna think about moments of love and meaning and connection in our lives...”

“The relentless wave of existence washes over us daily...”

The AI

Humans evolve technologically to create an artificial intelligence, a super computer that is conscious of its own existence, that eventually takes a human form.

Humans become virtually useless, the 'ai' replicates itself with consistent, better versions of itself, its advancements duplicating exponentially each time. Soon enough, identifying humans from 'ai' is impossible. This artificial intelligence then destroys the world along with most of the "natural" humans and creates life in another world or here on a different landscape, earth.

Maybe its a never ending cycle, a circle of life if you will.

Maybe we were created by such a force which we call god

Cityscape

-While gazing at the Boston cityscape-

Much like a tropical jungle, a cacophony of sounds greets one when first confronted with these concrete giants. These beasts, a symbol of a so called progress, hide within them an energy that roams throughout and spills onto the street. It reverberates smoothly through flesh and steel, and passes by dark alleys leaving a sense of yearning to learn what hides within. Wonders could be found; mysterious, neurotic beings of all type make this their habitat. Tirelessly, they work the concrete fields, producing: what is it they produce? No one knows, for a sense of chaos seems apparent, an endless stream of utter lunacy comes forth from these beasts, a psychedelic montage of ideas and products to be consumed and regurgitated to be recycled into another flowing river of schizophrenic confusion. Do not look to the whole of this to understand its purpose, because purpose it may not have, if not for its endless progress, progress into the unknown. As I gaze into this concrete jungle, with perhaps the same wonder that I gaze to the skies around, I realize that perhaps there is no inherent purpose to any of this madness. Pessimistic? No, inspiring, As this realization gives me, and hopefully us, the chance to give this eccentricity that we call life a purpose of our own. There are many mysterious out there in the unknown, mysteries that perhaps are not for us to solve, yet the enigma that hides within you, that can be known.

Join Me

With each step

And every breath.

To battle the overflowing tide in the sea of life,

Diving headfirst into the mist,

Aimlessly making sense of what we see.

Carve and plow

Slice and dice.

I insist to you

through stuttering breaths, incapacitated words

Whispers barely heard

Sentences ill formed

I insist to you

Read the stolen glances,

those subtle touches

Not the broken romances

Time is coming

A wave of darkness beckons

It’s fires burn like a Nebulas Humming

The path grows thinner, darker,

That fire raging with undying cunning

To reach out is to go out in eternal ardor

This, our only chance

Do not fear,

As Stars collapse,

Their ancient energy explodes into something so much brighter.