Pondersome Ponders

Ok, so I was wondering about why looking at the sky in a dream will give away that you’re dreaming (little Tip there, if you were unaware), as it always looks odd and bizarre in a dream, the sky I mean.

All I could come up with is maybe it’s the distance of Everything in the sky, the night sky, and also how even the texture of the clouds of an over cast day are extremely detailed, if you’re paying attention.

The human brain absorbs everything it sees, no matter how total your recall is. And, our brains operate outside of our awareness at times, like how one can experience a trauma and the brain goes “I…dont think this guy will function well if this event is present in his conscious mind”, *ACTIVATES REPRESSION*

So, maybe in the brain processing that the street light a half mile away is Vastly different visually than the star light your eye is seeing that was possibly created, from a perpetual nuclear explosion in space, when Christ “walked the earth” (cause…yeah, he didn’t. Sorry for spoilers) it’s seeing dimensions we are not fully conscious of, and that is hard to recreate in a dream state. Which is why Every time you look at the sky in a dream its a random psychedelic-esque beautiful bizarreness.

Then I thought, why WOULDN’T humans then forever wonder, after pondering such a ponder, What we are, or Why we are.

I find it sad that most people see being an anomaly as a bad thing. But, we are just that. There is no reason to Us, or You -hold on this gets more uplifting…

We’re merely some weird Earth Ape whom have trouble with being sentient. It’s not sad because everything is an anomaly. Every Thing was created randomly from chaos, like those continual nuclear space explosions, which may not even exist anymore, yet we can Still See Them.

It’s beautiful, and it’s fucking magic. It’s not dark, or grim, or scary, or sad simply because..what? Because we fear something we don’t understand, “Death”? (cause…it’s not death. Law of conservation of energy).

The Universe is Alive and Dancing and Creating and we are a part of that. Then, with our odd sentient weird minds, often due to trying to process complex emotions and Life Happenings, we’ve found ways to be creative and artistic, like no other species on our planet…and it’s really kind of breathtaking. You just have step back and really Look at shit.

Therefore, because You are a part of this wonderfully chaotic madness that is existence, then you are also beautiful by virtue of being purely unique. The meaning of Life is that you give your life Meaning. That’s it, and that’s all.

Clearly… one doesn’t need a random Sky God mythology to feel good about Themselves or Life.

One needs only to Pay Attention.

Good Night.

(was…was that a complete thought? Any connectivity in the rambling? Idont know, it Sounds good, I think. Maybe. FUck it, its been altered and edited 56 times, its fucking 1am, you want Deep Thoughts, then go see Jack Handy. Fuck, what do you even Want from me, you didnt have to read this, and now youre going to exist like you do so I can project onto you some sort of judgement or scorn? Fuck you, and the fake fucking bullshit you make me think people feel about me (that one was directed at my brain, not you humans) Also, thanks for reading? )