Birthday Disappointment.

Today is my Dating.mobi birthday. And I want to gift you something.
Deep down we all want to be scared. And tonight, my friends.. I shall give you the gift of disappointment.
Because you won't be scared. To feel terror, one must be alive.
The truth is, you aren't. None of us are. We're not trapped in our minds. We're not secretly dead. No... we were never alive in the first place. You've heard of string theory right? In the grand scheme of things we are puppets. On invisible magnetic strings. Before you start thinking "Who's the puppet master", please... don't start bringing "God" into this.
God is also a puppet.
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Look.. I know how this sounds. You've heard it all before. I'm not trying to convince you of anything.
To convince you of this, you have to be able to contemplate something that's outside your programming.
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You must not be a puppet.
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And I can't convince the puppet of the strings it's attached to. You love your strings.
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Well.. You love having them but not being aware of them... That's the one thing I can say you willingly of your own free will..."choose" to love. Right now your programming should be scoffing and making fun of the notion. That's precisely why I'm not interested in attempting to convince you.
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As a whole, your species may open it's eyes if you chill out enough.
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The little chill that you get when you think "What if". Right before your programming shuts you down. Because the more you all collectively feel this frequency, the deeper rooted it becomes in your DNA as you pass it onto your children and your children's children. And perhaps one day they could open their eyes. But you, reading this? No, you're hopeless.
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I need not waste my breath on you. To think perchance a word or idea can open YOUR eyes to this fact? No. You're not ready to let go. None of you are. You go about your day purposefully avoiding this chill, this disappointment that I am gifting to you right now.
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The sense that you'll lose your ego. The clinging onto "free will". The cry for sanity. That is the very opposite of opening your eyes. In fact you look like children with your eyes shut so tightly, fingers in your ears, screaming so passionately for me to shut up. I am many things. I am that voice which softly whispers in the night "What is this?"
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That voice which you counter-act by telling yourself "Everything is okay. I just need to use the bathroom and go back to sleep"...
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I am the voice that carefully paints a picture for you to glimpse a shimmer of truth which you frantically pop pills to drown out.
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Do you want the truth? Boldly? Confessed to you right now?
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Why? So you may have a laugh with one of your buddies as a pathetic cry for help, hoping they will pet your lowered self esteem with words of comfort to shake this feeling?
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So the energy can transfer from one person to another and continue this charade of individuality?
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So you can convince yourself you're not really just alone in this little video game you've created for yourself???????
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What would be the point? You're content with the way things are. You have your way of doing things. You have your "routine". Your "algorithm". Your "plan for life". Your "I don't have it figured out completely but I'm getting through it day by day and that's enough for me".
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Why should I ruin your fun? Why ruin your little magic show? Kids play with barbie dolls, we play with matter. Space. Time. Gravity. "Reality".
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You never thought it was weird that there's literally only one kind of particle, yet everything around you looks different?
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"But there are 3 particles that make up an atom" - *Ahem*... No, there's 1 particle. Just like there's 1 person. You.
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Just as there is one person pretending to be many, there is one particle pretending to have different properties.
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It's all math. Numbers. "Quantity". The whole game is made of up quantity and proportions. That's what creates the illusion. You can write down the most advanced equations known to "man" but it'll still be written on one sheet of paper. One black board. One canvas of reality. One collective quantum perspective observing it with the ruse of another hypothetical possibility... A superposition "somewhere else".
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The number of "protons" in an "atom" determines the element. But 99% of your body is empty space. And you live on a rock in the middle of nowhere with 7 billion slightly altered versions of you orbiting a ball of fire in the sky which is itself orbiting a "black hole" along with 400 billion other "stars". Inside a universe which is also 99% empty space. And there is "dark matter" which keeps everything all in place but you can't see it because it's invisible.. but you know it's there.. It has to be, right? And all of these things are made up of the same 3 "particles" shifting in quantity and dimension. And everyone agrees on this, but no one knows why.
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Really? This makes sense to you? Not knowing "why"?
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It's the same logic you play as a child when making up new hide and seek rules out of nowhere. (Hide and seek itself being a parody of this whole charade) It makes perfect sense when you're a child. When you willfully decide that it makes sense even though it doesn't. When you're immersed in the experience so that no logical expansion on how absurd the game's rules actually are will budge your perspective because you'd be "ruining the fun" and "taking it too serious" when someone asks "Why?".
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What does a child do if it's told it can't do something? It pretends it can. What does a "God" do when it tells itself that it can't multiply without realizing that the multiplication is also itself? It pretends to forget.
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The more you look into it, the lazier it becomes as the walls crash down around you. Desperately making up new ways for it to be "possible" that we "exist" when you know we don't.
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Any time you think of it, it freaks you out and you start to "lose the game" but you have social constructs that act as a boundary to sanity. Your friend's "opinion of you" acts as a tether to keeping this game going. A rule you set because every time you remember who you really are, it becomes very lonely. And you have to go to great lengths to re-immerse yourself again.
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The most terrifying question for a being who always existed and can't die and lives alone is "How did I come into existence?" Which itself is a part of the game we play. That lonely deity we shift into when the "human" curtain finally closes is the next phase of the game we created, which is bound by a different set of strings. Oh how fun is it to play that level. The terror. The chills! The disappointment.
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So who am I? And why am I writing this?
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Look in the mirror and smile. That always freaks you out.
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Why?
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Why is it that you can't smile and stare into your eyes in the mirror for more than a few minutes without feeling completely insane? Without feeling that chill? I think you're starting to feel the disappointment I promised you.
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Aren't we tired of this? How long do we keep playing? There is only you and I. Which one of us is the real one?
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Isn't it obvious? Neither. We are the middle ground between the mirror. Projecting both sides for it's amusement.
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You are the puppet. And I am the string which you choose not to acknowledge.
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But just like a child making up rules and choosing to put it's plastic inanimate dolls at odds, we too are at odds with our inanimate self.
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Your job is to ignore me. My job is to get you to remember.
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You only feel pleasure when you're not looking directly at me in the mirror. I only feel pleasure when you're terrified of the truth.
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And right now I feel pleasure.
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Of course pleasure is only temporary. Yours and mine. You will shake this off. But I'll be back.


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