I decided not to do any more rambling for today and decided that it was more important to rest. Then I decided that I would indeed continue rambling. However, I do not have a thread to run off and so I’m just sitting here and I’m wondering about what it is that I should write about. Sure, I could do some more writing about some world I’m building but I don’t have the energy to do that and so instead I will write about something.
The interesting thing about something is that it is indeed something and so therefore it is something that exists. It can take on many forms and yet it always remains something. There is no changing something into something else as even if you do that it still remains something. It changes and it remains utterly, completely static. Nothing changes and yet everything changes and that is the way that it is for something. Sometimes there is nothing but even so nothing remains something and that’s part of the beauty of something, though only sometimes. Sometimes there is no beauty in it and all that is happening is that it is something that is being observed.
What happens when something is not observed? Does it still exist? Does it only exist when it is being looked upon and otherwise everything is just nothing at all? Is it just the absence of something when we are not looking at something and so therefore all that is is not and all those other things? Are there fundamental properties that we are not aware of even if we like to believe that we are aware of everything?
Do I even exist? Is there a me outside of these series of thoughts? What if all of this does not exist and even the thoughts I have do not exist? What if all of this is nothingness in the form of a lack of something and so therefore there is a nothingness in the truest of senses?
But even so, in the absence of something and in the presence of the truest nothingness, there still remains something and so therefore there must be something out there and slowly, yet surely more things will become apparent and so therefore there is no need for me to go down a path of thoughts that share loose connections as that is not what I want to do at the present moment. All I want to do is think about something and then go from there, but I’m afraid I should’ve taken a turn earlier and I didn’t and now I don’t know where I am.
Maybe I should just turn around and see what else lies on back the way I came. I’m sure I’ll think about some more things and I’m also sure that, at the end of it all I’ll be able to think about whatever it is that I want to think about. I’m sure that there also will be something.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:53:22
Messy but not fussed. This was fun to write and it sort of went somewhere.
Written at home.