The worst timeline.
Reality is what you make of it.
Totally blank page by default?
Hell no. Canvas full of random fucked up shit right from the start. But still, it is what you make of it.
It’s like finding faces in the texture of the carpet.
Naming blobs of a Rorschach test.
I think I would take the Rorschach test more seriously if they just stopped using erotic pictures of my mom.
An entangled subset of states within an unobservable wave function.
We are made of star stuff, just like rocks, but we are curious and can learn. We are a way for the universe to know itself. We process matter with our industry and our digestive systems.
Just like a spider knows how to spin a web without being taught, we carry instinctual knowledge, but we also carry cultural knowledge from our life experiences. We are like organic computers. Emotions are a different way to solve problems when our logic fails.
Shadows dancing on the cave walls of our biology.
A companion generator for God.
Chaos+ entropy+ lots of space and time. Everything is in motion of some kind. Nothing will ever be like it once was. Enjoy yourself when you can. Love your self and respect life. Be kind to those that have less than you. Look at creation and wonder.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see…
I’m just a poor booy, I need to sympathy (cause he’s easy come, easy go, little high, little low)
The reason why nothing matters.
This
“Then one where Trump won the damn 2024 election.” It’s THAT universe.
A really really bad joke.
Do you miss primordial chaos yet?
A blur of sensory experiences recorded only in volatile memory.
It’s the uppermost boundary we have access to in this simulation.
