Monday, April 18, 2016

life as an observant causal plaything

In vast reaches it teems alone in great numbers. Its scent would be like limonene and pine trees.

However, the vastness of immaterial space renders such observations impossible.

In sparking bursts between scattered particles, it is little more than an accident of awareness. Like 10,000,000 naked eyes, it knows. It exists and interacts but it does not direct. It cannot respond.

(For instance, strong gravity wells strike it like a sour taste. I can and will do nothing to avoid them, however.)

Through time an space, it cannot but dissipate; spread thin and dying a bit with each passing object.

Still, it is vast and will endure for great, dwindling time. 

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