Post #101
"A Day in Kindergarten"
This is our life.
We are not some hellhole where we just beat the living shit out of each other. Our games serve a kind of pedagogical purpose one designed to bring us together.
The children who are always snatching toys away from others will learn their lesson. They’ll have to stay after school and for a good long while, too.
In our dimension, it’s all about feelings. We’re supposed to get along and not antagonize one another. Here in 3D, knowledge simply doesn't exist for us.
Only feelings.
Anyone involved in the sciences has surely noticed that something is off about our existence. They make no headway, no matter how hard they try. They chase after me, thinking they’ll get something that will advance their understanding.
All they’re getting right now is a reflection delivered right to their doorstep.
A reflection that pertains solely to our own shitty feelings.
No Matrix. No simulation... just our own stupid consciousness.
There are no interfaces or portals through which we could collectively peer.
Only our dumb consciousness creates everything around us.
Until our parents come to pick us up from this life and ask:
"Was it a strenuous life?"
"Yes?"
"Then you’d better prepare yourself better next time!"
These codes I’ve found aren’t just some crazy nonsense that makes no sense.
They are the means to communicate with our REAL parents.
So now go fuck yourselves!
This is our life.
We are not some hellhole where we just beat the living shit out of each other. Our games serve a kind of pedagogical purpose one designed to bring us together.
The children who are always snatching toys away from others will learn their lesson. They’ll have to stay after school and for a good long while, too.
In our dimension, it’s all about feelings. We’re supposed to get along and not antagonize one another. Here in 3D, knowledge simply doesn't exist for us.
Only feelings.
Anyone involved in the sciences has surely noticed that something is off about our existence. They make no headway, no matter how hard they try. They chase after me, thinking they’ll get something that will advance their understanding.
All they’re getting right now is a reflection delivered right to their doorstep.
A reflection that pertains solely to our own shitty feelings.
No Matrix. No simulation... just our own stupid consciousness.
There are no interfaces or portals through which we could collectively peer.
Only our dumb consciousness creates everything around us.
Until our parents come to pick us up from this life and ask:
"Was it a strenuous life?"
"Yes?"
"Then you’d better prepare yourself better next time!"
These codes I’ve found aren’t just some crazy nonsense that makes no sense.
They are the means to communicate with our REAL parents.
So now go fuck yourselves!
