"Why?"
Nothing is wrong, everything is permitted.
Why?
It equals to nothing.
“Why” is wrong, “Why” is permitted.
Gears.
With no conductor.
Within a materialistic universe, composed purely of atoms, we imagine countless interconnected mechanisms, these metaphorical gears, each representing a facet of reality. But human cognition is itself limited, our understanding of reality is filtered through just one gear, perception. This leads to deeper metaphysical questions: Why use the gear metaphor at all? Why ask questions? Does the absence of a visible conductor suggest chaos, or hint at the presence of something hidden, something ineffable, quietly directing the machinery?
Is that conductor me? You? Us? But who is “you”? Who am “I”? How can anyone be certain they are who they believe they are? Are we truly the ones turning the gears, or are we turned by them?
Should we even be asking?
Does it matter?
Fuck it, we’ll blow it ourselves.
But in that moment, you asked, who are we? Who are we to destroy anything? Speaking or remaining silent, it’s all the same. Who even cares?
But, why do I force myself to ask many question, or try for something? I know nothing, I don’t know “nothing”, I don’t know anything or something. Why try then? Yet, it is all thoughts in the end, especially suicide. That is a thought, not you, but why suicide? You can, but why? Even ending this all means “trying so hard to do something” when you don’t know what is “something”.
Thoughts, another gear. But thoughts aren’t you, or me, or anyone. They are nothing.
So am I. Nothing.
Why am I nothing? Why am I nothing? I don’t expect an answer, yet I still ask. I can’t help it. But what the hell is “nothing”?
No conductor, no me, no you, it is all about perception, thoughts, expression, reactions, atoms and fucking gears that could maybe reach to thousands of numbers. Atoms, consciousness, what the fuck are they? How can you be sure that a glass of beer is not conscious? They are atoms, I am atoms, you are atoms.
Fuck it.
Language is nothing. Limited. Why? Using language is useless at this point since it has nothing in it. Pronouns are nothing, because we know nothing about you or me or us or them. Why knowing? How can I know? Impossible? But isn’t “impossible” a “nothing”?
Nothing multiplied by nothing is nothing. 0 x 0 = 0. Is nothing zero? “Zero” is real? It is not real?
I could stop speaking for the rest of my life, and that, too, would be nothing. I could do anything, and it would still be nothing. Do choices matter? Do the cards life deals us matter? Do society’s chains matter? Do satisfaction matter?
They don’t matter, because they are nothing. “?”
It is “you” or “me”, our gears. Our gears “perceive” those chains, those cards. “Act” on “choices”. “Feel” the satisfaction.
Can you “see” it?
How can you be sure that those gears are yours or mine? We don’t know who is the conductor or even if there is one.
You will drive yourself crazy, but does it matter?
It is about asking questions. Yet, why? Did you notice it? I asked “Why?”. Why is nothing. Nothing is everything.
“Why” is wrong, “Why” is permitted.
I seek clarity. Pure clarity. It feels only honest thing to do. Maybe I am, I am in clarity.
Still, I don’t have to.
FUCK IT!
We die every second, we are born every second, in our own perceptions. “You” are my perception.
Do you feel how impossible it is to explore these thoughts using a language that demands pronouns, when we don’t even know who, or what, you or I are?
We don’t know what is time. We know nothing.
We don’t know “nothing.”
Why?
“Why” is wrong, “Why” is permitted.”
