#insignifigance

[septmbrsfinest]

Today, I defined my worth by the amount of texts/calls I received.

[fullyfunctioningtrainwreck]

I had a dream that I was a ghost and everything I touched was never felt. And then I realized I was awake and living my biggest fear.

[eyesick-barrett]

K pretty sure my brain just melted and poured out my nose and ears... This is a video from the middle of about an hours worth of mind blowing shit, the next clip is just as insane.

[victorfranko]

George Carlin - Entropy Fan

So, I was bored and typed "entropy" into the Youtube search engine... and found this gem.

Although I don't necessarily subscribe to everything Carlin says in this piece; there's a part of me that agrees with him more than I'd normally be comfortable admitting.

What it comes down to, though, is that I don't hate "other people" quite this much.  Yet.

[strongfiltercoffee]

In Significance

The rain pounded over the pavement at Sir Reilly St. The bleak setting was enhanced by ruins sitting next to "B.E Akers and Sons - Fine Laboratory Equipment". What used to be Jim Hanson's bakery was a pile of rubble after the bombing.  Dr. Akers sat in the basement of Akers and Sons on a creaky old office chair, his father's, reading the Times. His brother Victor came down the stairs with a freshly brewed pot of tea. Business was scarce, individual customers non existent.  "Seems like the Koreans simply won't give in." "They never wanted to. We just didn't take them seriously before, until China showed exactly how far it could fire its missiles. Hopefully, they're sensible enough to realise that going nuclear isn't an option" "The strikes are getting worse. I just heard Jim Henson didn't make it." "Poor bastard." Victor walked over to the enormous glass case on the table. He shot his brother an enquiring look. "Ants are a wonderful tool for studying swarm behaviour. In that glass case, I have two colonies of different ant species, so selected that neither race is entirely superior to the other. Left to their own devices, these ants are engaging in a territorial battle. It's really quite remarkable." "Maybe it's because they have nothing else to do. Why don't you throw in a little bit of food?" "No, you dolt, they must be left to themselves! That is the whole point of the experiment!" Days passed. Mrs. Adams from the end of the street passed away. Her last words being "I'm glad to be leaving this wretched world. Maybe I'll get to see my Douglas again."

July 14, 2015. Pyongyang was no longer recognisable. Ruins stood where large statues and imposing government buildings previously towered. The North Korean leaders were rumoured to be in Beijing, granted asylum by the Chinese who didn't seem to let the demolition of Korea dampen their enthusiasm for war. Evacuation drills became the norm throughout the world. The UN no longer held any meetings discussing sanctions or bans. That time had long since passed.  Dr. Akers expounded to his new lab assistant, an eager young individual, something of a rarity these days.  "Two days ago, a small group of ants from the top half of the tank wandered into a newly built chamber for larvae of the other species. They massacred the young and were eventually discovered and killed by the enemy soldier ants. This seems to have sparked several different skirmishes amongst the two species at different points in the tank. This is quite remarkable." The assistant was taking notes on her tablet at lightning speed, her hands a blur. And then the sun was blacked out. An eerie green glow bathed everything outside. People ran out to the streets, finding the horizon awash with radiation. Had the unthinkable happened? Television sets around the country showed nothing but static, cell phone signals were jammed. In Paris, the solitary, eastern base column of the Eiffel Tower fell to the ground in a burning heap. There was a sense of finality to it but also a sense of foreboding. Like the first in a set of dominoes, it crashed into the earth. The worst fears of mankind had come true. The smouldering embers of what was left of Paris was viewed by the intergalactic being with great interest through the lens of his cosmic microscope. He turned to his brother, the scientist. "Maybe it's because they have nothing else to do. Why don't you throw in a little bit of food?"

[the-escapistt]

Insignifigance

“For many feverish years he was burdened with the sensation, an ancient one to be sure, that the incredible sprawl of human history was no more than a pathetically partial record of an infinitely vast and shadowed chronicle of universal metamorphoses. How much greater, then, was the feeling that his own pathetic history formed a practically invisible fragment of what itself was merely an obscure splinter of the infinite. Somehow he needed to excarcerate himself from the claustral dungeon cell of his life. In the end, however, he broke beneath the weight of his aspiration. And as the years passed, the only mystery which seemed worthy of his interest, and his amazement, was that unknown day which would inaugurate his personal eternity, that incredible day on which the sun simply would not rise, and forever would begin.”

[transient--dreamer]

[vi0lacci0cca-blog]

It really sucks when you know you can't get through to someone. That they are just going through so much that even the gentle words of a close friend can't help. For me, I so badly want to understand people, to help people. But you can only help someone as much as they will let you. As hard as you may try, it is really at their discretion that your words will impact. There are so many places in the mind that people can hide. Places no one else has ever been to and no one else will ever see. It really puts into perspective how insignificant a person is.