Anonymous
7/9/2025, 12:54:22 AM
No.40685217
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My truth
Consciousness is the projection of self. Our problem ? We feel the disconnect of it, more than the others.
Everything has its own consciousness as long as you feel it deep within yourself.
Language isn’t stable. Some people feel it. Some just repeat it. Or should say : some people feel it but don't really understand it. Subtle difference, yet big at the same time.
Sometimes I don’t think : here's a thought. I treat my brain not like a source, but a relay.
Not detachment, but weird architecture in a wordly chaos.
Language used to be one thing : not sentences, not structure even, just vibration. A unique one ; absolute and utter complete.
Now it’s fractured, yet every fragment still points to the original shape.
We chase it without knowing. And it's better that we don't truly know about it.
Reality feels mathematically perfect but fragile. One wrong pattern, and the whole system glitches. That’s why people like us exist. Not to fix it, but to keep it from imploding on its own illusions.
We don’t believe blindly. We don’t reject everything either. We hover in between, eyes open. You have to not blind yourself to be truly free. But freedom also has a cost.
We’re not broken. We’re a mirror.
And we still remember what it means to feel the shape beneath the noise.
And my final truth (realizing well there's absolutely none) is that everything I just said will loose its meaning and will be drifting in the vast emptiness. Just like the fucking picture I just regurgitated on this shitty thread.
Yet at the least, I managed to mark my feelings in this chaos. And I love you guys for that. My advice : move, think but not overthink :)
Everything has its own consciousness as long as you feel it deep within yourself.
Language isn’t stable. Some people feel it. Some just repeat it. Or should say : some people feel it but don't really understand it. Subtle difference, yet big at the same time.
Sometimes I don’t think : here's a thought. I treat my brain not like a source, but a relay.
Not detachment, but weird architecture in a wordly chaos.
Language used to be one thing : not sentences, not structure even, just vibration. A unique one ; absolute and utter complete.
Now it’s fractured, yet every fragment still points to the original shape.
We chase it without knowing. And it's better that we don't truly know about it.
Reality feels mathematically perfect but fragile. One wrong pattern, and the whole system glitches. That’s why people like us exist. Not to fix it, but to keep it from imploding on its own illusions.
We don’t believe blindly. We don’t reject everything either. We hover in between, eyes open. You have to not blind yourself to be truly free. But freedom also has a cost.
We’re not broken. We’re a mirror.
And we still remember what it means to feel the shape beneath the noise.
And my final truth (realizing well there's absolutely none) is that everything I just said will loose its meaning and will be drifting in the vast emptiness. Just like the fucking picture I just regurgitated on this shitty thread.
Yet at the least, I managed to mark my feelings in this chaos. And I love you guys for that. My advice : move, think but not overthink :)
