I am alone. I have created this world I live in. I have created everything: sands, trees, seas and oceans, mountains, birds, flies. I have created galaxies. Universes.
I wander alone. I have wandered and traveled across those universes. Creating and constructing new worlds, destroying and smashing others.
I have wondered for years, centuries even. Time seems limitless and hence I immortal. I have all the time in the world. I own time. I control time and I can travel through it. Back and forth, instantaneously. I am time.
I live alone, because I chose to. I have created companions, friends, soul mates. People. I demanded nothing and yet they wanted everything for themselves. They wanted power and fame, and power and fame I gave them. But it was not enough. And sooner or later, the man will kill his brother and bury him like a crow, and the son will be killed by his people, or will disobey his father's wishes and orders. History repeats itself, even with random new beginnings. People do not grasp what is the purpose of their own life, and thus, they misuse this gift. For that the question is: What is the purpose of life?
I know you have been asking and wondering, for so, my answer is:
No, I am not God or Zeus or any mighty deity.
I am just a simple conscious idea.
And you have created me.
Good luck with that.
19th of July 2013
No, I am not God or Zeus or any mighty deity.
I am just a simple conscious idea.
And you have created me.
Good luck with that.
19th of July 2013
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