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Self-guided metaphysics, a tour through life.
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Fantastic Realit-ies and Delud-
ed Nihilism wit-hin the Dimen-sional Webs of
MisconductBy Brandon O’Connor
© Brandon O’Connor 2011
Cover image “...................................” by Krystal South.
brandonoconnor.wordpress.com
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As I lay here and the sound of my roommates from the living
room interrupts my thoughts I think of wasted time, she’s
happy now you know that she’s happy, that bitch was there, I
met Melissa when I was a virgin, and how my time being
wasted right now is not as enjoyable because I cannot think, do
you want to see his photo, why you looking like, and is time
ever really wasted or is life so meaningless that we are not here
for any reason and we are all going to die sometime (soon)
anyway and it still depresses me that most artists do not get to
live to see their work commemorated so vastly, if ever, he
smelled so bad, well thank you baby, it wasn’t good, I mean it
happened but it was okay, let’s get it over with, or at all,
because they are simply dead and I do not believe in an
afterlife where you can peer over clouds and watch the
products of your mortal life influence the world, maybe even
exponentially, and I do not believe, two, want number one, she
was running away from, that any of the things we accomplish
in life matter to anyone but ourselves, which leads me to a
certain deep nihilism, think of those billions of individuals, like
you and I, that lived in the 15th century, or whatever century,
because they are all the same to people in the future, I’m
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confused, what is she stealing from, she’s Shivon’s right now
because Shivon’s suicide, and they all had lives they lived, and
countless probably worked hard without any recognition of
existence today, so what survives, the few, so it’s like, how can
I make both of you a part of my life if you want to shut him out ,
who made themselves immortalized, who stood as figureheads
of their society, is it their society that remains remembered, are
we all just products of our society, inescapable, like worker
bugs and a queen only remembered as an anthill, or a nuisance
in a garden, and if so why am I pushed with so much vigor to
create something of myself and wield my talents into art,
become a person, because I could strive my entire short life to
make something of myself and then what, she was smart, I am
dead and do not exist and cannot understand what it feels like
to be remembered anyway or to strive for something, and I can
live my life like I want, right, because there is no court
awaiting me at some distant reality, but that means there is no
justice, and there is no injustice, then what are these feelings
that surge about my limbs when I witness the utterly wrong, the
feeling of helplessness I understand when it comes from the
police force that we are paying, how the hell you gonna,
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choiceless of that, no I’m just distracted right now, there are
more important, no it’s fine, that are within more freedoms, in
a certain light, because they are the police force, so what
happens when we are forced to support a corrupt establishment,
for the lesser part, I am sure, and would not argue that it does
not bring about much good and peace, there is no end until
death, and when that comes it is over, not even over but
incomprehensible to us, for “over” signifies time and there
being something to have started with that is now finished, but
when you are dead there never was a starting point, there is not
even a now, so we are forced in this life to, relax we got to be
fair, truth sort of, the, live without many choices, for we are the
product of our environment, of our parents, them the product of
an almost infinite line of living creatures, all the way back to
bacteria, back to pure ungathered protons and electrons in a
vacuum, and the choices we do make do not matter because we
may live our life happily but had we lived it sad it would all be
the same when you are dead, you will be remembered shortly,
maybe for a long time, but time lasts a long time, and it is
bound to forget you in its past, and is this existence worth it
when you can be so happy and only be happy because we need
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sadness to have happiness, we need loneliness to feel loved, is
it worth it to have an inarguably terrible time your short time
here in this dimensional reality, and then only to leave it for
nothingness, which we cannot fathom, where worth does not
exist, or maybe I have this all wrong, maybe there is something
after death, in particular the theory of the eternal return,
doomed, like Sisyphus, to be born in this world and live your
life the same way repeatedly, repeating, like a boulder up a hill,
struggling through your existence, and then time plays out, the
universe ends, then it starts up again, the cause and effect way
our universe loves to work means that all atoms will be created
in the same way, they will expand into the universe with the
energy of something so mighty we cannot understand it, and
stars will form in their same respective locations to each other,
and planets will form where they did, and we will form where
we are, and I will be born to my mother and father and
eventually move to the apartment I am in right now with my
roommates outside making chatter that is now
incomprehensible but still keeping me from thinking clearly,
and I will write this word here, here, here, that was my joke,
I’m not done talking about it, as I am now, and now, and this
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all feels eerily like I have done this before, it continues right
now, I make you breakfast in bed, I make you breakfast in bed,
I’m awake now, slap, I thought she, I’m Jesus and I will
sacrifice myself for, so now what is the point, the point is, how
does Tiara wake up with, look at that shit though, we have been
going, the point is that the universe either goes forever and we
are alive for a small part of it, then dead and it does not seem to
matter what we do with our life, or it ends sometime, as things
tend to do, and also as things tend to do, starts back up again,
and we are only aware of our present existence being played
out repeatedly, what did we do to the gods, this cruel and
unusual punishment, paying for the corrupt establishment
which keeps us so suppressed in this reality, this inescapable
prison cell of our corporeal body, do we get a say in this
punishment, I am unaware of my atrocious act, so why do I
suffer, forgetfulness may be a part of the punishment, the
cruelty, so that we are doomed to suffer injustice eternally, and
that is all, there is no justice, it does not need justice to exist as
injustice, though we are aware of it, something we know we
need and deserve but it does not exist and is unattainable, the
roads smell like spoiled milk, to clean those jeans, it was
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disgusting, I think it’s so funny that, and now that I know that,
but injustice does exist, without any afterlife, only this life, the
unattainable taunting us with its knowledge of what can be had,
but not for us, not for me, or maybe there is a third possibility,
maybe we are reborn into a new body, reincarnation, which
scientifically makes sense, as do the other possibilities,
reasonably our body deteriorates into the earth as bacteria
consumes our immobilized prison cell and energy escapes into
the grass which makes it grow and is consumed by bugs, and
birds, and bigger birds, and hunters, in succession, and we are
all consuming so it makes a little sense that the energy which
constitutes our mind can be regathered into a new living thing
and constitute its mind, but it would not be the same mind,
energy, whatever that is, can probably not find the same bits of
energy that constitutes your current mind, but will drift in
pieces, spread, latch onto new dead people or animal or plant
energies, and reformulate into a person far ahead in the future
and you will be one piece of energy amongst umptillions of
pieces in this mind, but it will think of itself as one, you will
call yourself I, much as you are doing now, with your
collection of “souls” in your mind, made up of those dead
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things that made its way into you by consumption, and it can
all be traced back to the One bit of energy, prior to the Big
Bang, so really we can say that our bits of energy are all the
same, but that means our minds are all the same, and does that
make sense, it can be interpreted as consciousness, collective
maybe, and writing all of this down has allowed me to get
some shit off my chest, and I feel a lot better now, perhaps I
was a bit pessimistic before, perhaps that is just because
collective consciousness makes me think of God, the
singularity, that we exist in Its mind, because It is not a man,
nor a woman, something else, really opposite actually, actually
God is not else, but everything, inescapable, does our mind
have ideas that desire so much to exist outside of us, is that
what art is, the escape of ideas, can we escape this reality for a
better reality, not bound by the confines of this God’s walls,
wills, capabilities, what exists outside of God, how do ideas
enter Its mind, imagination and ideas are said by David Hume
to come from images outside ourselves, we can imagine a
unicorn because we have seen a horse and have seen a horn and
we can put them together, we can imagine a golden mountain,
not because it must exist somewhere, but because we have seen
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a mountain and the color gold, I was like this, she got her leg
on me, she snapped at Eric the other day, she was hanging out
with her boys and she snapped on him, so how does God
imagine the universe we have now, there must be something
outside of It which It has seen, maybe misconstrued into what
we think of as paradoxes, so this universe does not have to be
perfect because of that, but if what God created in the universe
exists outside Itself, meaning God is looking basically at the
same thing we are looking at: space, stars, planets, plants,
people, is having the same ideas we are having: love, injustice,
wonder at what constitutes Its reality, confusion, and really
God is as clueless as we all are, then God, audio tape recorded
just weeks before, is sitting at this computer right now, writing
Its thoughts on existence, is reading this post in the future from
Its laptop, is eating Thai delivery while cuddled with Its
significant other and watching a movie, because I am God and
You are God, as, so often is said, we are all a part of God,
which means outside of this reality that we know, is a reality
exactly the same, pardoned possibly, we will never know, at an
air show, am I right, men are like men, by the formulations of
different things seen by God, which also means that within our
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minds is a universe entirely of its own, you seen Chloe,
nevermind, fourteen years, broken surfboard, just drop in,
recognize it, hyper aware, fish tacos, even when you’re surfing
you still use sound effects, with little people trying to figure out
what the fuck is going on, umptillions of them, each
independently figuring out the universe you have created for
them, and at least one will refer to you as It, and within their
mind a universe again, etcetera, so what we have is an infinite
web of universes, above and below us, and if we use our
imagination to create new things within our mind’s universe,
and within our universe itself, our ideas escaping our bodies,
then those things would be thought of as illegitimate, for
example, the universe within us could contain a unicorn, but
more probable is the idea of a unicorn, because we do not
believe these things to actually exist, therefore our mind’s ideas
(beings) would not as well, but for the sake of the exposition I
will say that if they exist, that is merely a part of their reality,
and within their subsequent universes there are diluted images
of such things, and new ones, clearer than ours, that exist and
do not exist, because existence, even within this mind of God,
is only an imagined thing, the imagination stemming from the
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consumption of images and ideas outside Itself, and the
explication of thoughts escaping Itself, and that is all we are,
and It is, consumers and explicators, buyers and sellers, in and
out, like the lungs of humans and plants, that’s what ESPN
stands for, what, his shirt, entertaining and sports
programming network, we are then tangled in the web of
dimensions, of realities, of gods, of ideas, of each other, of
existence, and to die is not to leave the web, or does the web
cease to exist when we die, are we all living out our lives
simultaneously, but at different points in time, and when I die,
you die within your reality, does the Egyptian slave die within
hers, does the cockroach die one hundred, thousand years from
now due to a crack in the earth’s crust and lava flowing over
the rocks, spewing flames upon the wild jungle, which causes
the once lush trees to crumble upon their charred trunks, you’re
a vampire, and bake the cockroach within its stems and rocks
and inner earth’s core, and we will all be dead, and there will
not exist the thought of death, or of dimensions, or of reality, or
of God, and maybe we will immediately reemerge from our
mothers covered in blood and that white stuff called vernix
caseosa, you smell that right, ass, chili, I dried my ass, dry your
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ass, and I will write this out again exactly as it is now, and I
will say hello to my past and future self, Hello, You are doing
fine, I am too, and I will see myself next time after the great
leap has been leapt, and what is all of this contained within, the
infinite, the infinite, the infinite, and everything dies
eventually, and everything is reborn
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