People.
Flopping around on this little blue planet pretending like we know what we are doing.
Like the proverbial Darwin fish crawling out of the sludge of the beginning declaring, "Look how far I've come!" but failing to take in the expanse before it.
Beautiful, organic machines built to run off and respond to a million inputs a minute. Beautiful, sentient ghosts that can dream, live, and love.
We are the ghosts. We are the machines. We are our own entities.
Capable of writing our own segments of code. Capable of understanding the code of this expanse, this existence, this reality we call "universe". We can see the gears turning. We can hear the parts moving. We can sense the data flowing. Alive. Cohesive.
Yet we do nothing to understand its purpose or further its cause.
Capable of so much yet we give up the command keys to whoever will shut us off quietly and peacefully. But only the way we want.
But we want for nothing...
We allow ourselves to drop to our base base functions and slowly slide through this sad little instance of existence we call "life". Then it's gone.
With all our capabilities we try to dismiss the obvious and declare, "There is nothing!" We have lost the point of it all because we had it but we threw it out the window and turned around. We slapped our hands, still warm from the point of it all, and screamed to an empty room, "I don't know where it went!" or worse yet, "It was never here!"
Blasphemy!
No one writes code for it to float in the abyss and rot. Neither does code write itself to sit in the abyss. The abyss does not abide the pointless code. The abyss exists to be filled.
And it's bursting at the brim.
Nothing in our known reality exists without reason. Everything fits into the program, the machine, the system of everything. Reason is purpose. Purpose implies design. Design implies intelligence.
Man made machines. The machines cannot surpass man because man made them. Man is incapable of making its equal let alone its superior. We made the machines that are less than us yet mimic us. They can look like us. They can sound like us. They can do things we can do. But they cannot make themselves. What they make is less than them which is less than us.
Continue walking backward...
Man is the organic machine then who is the operator?
Man did not make man. Man cannot make man. Man makes lesser than man but man exists. Who is the Un-Man that put man into being? Like us but the greater still.
We can look like the Un-Man. We can sound like the Un-Man. We can do things like the Un-Man. But the Un-Man is beyond.
There is our purpose. There is the point of it all. Look out the window.
You can see it!
The point of it all!
Exist within the system of the universe. Co-exist with existence itself.
This begs a question. This demands thought. Inquiry. Processing. Learning. Adapting. Plotting. Planning. Executing. Striving.
How to exist with everything. Everything is a lot. Everything requires a lot of parameters.
Or does it?
Sometimes the most intricate designs have the simplest core concepts. Sometimes the most complex programs have the fewest rules to govern the variables.
To sum up the meaning of it all in a word. To simplify. To understand.
An attempt..."Love".
Not the 70s. Not flowers. Not LSD. Not sex. Not feelings. Not fuzzy feelings. Not kittens. Not cake.
Existing to better the existence of all.
Not existing for the betterment of others. This leads to selflessness which leads to self-spite. Altruism.
Fools.
I am me. Without me I am nothing. Nothing is not tolerated. The abyss was made to be inhabited by the things. I cannot be a nothing.
I am a part of everything. Within the everything lies me alongside all else.
Existing to better the existence of all.
Not existing for the betterment of myself. This leads to selfishness which leads to spiting others. Avarice.
Fools.
I am not all. If I was all there would be nothing else. I look out the window. I know I am not alone. All else lies alongside me within the everything.
Existing to better the existence of all.
What is it that betters the existence of all.
If X = better_for_all[TRUE] then [X = "love"]
If X = better_for_all[FALSE] then [X = "not love"]
We need to strive for love. Love is not what is better for you. Love is not what is better for me. Love is what is better for us.
Not what you want. Not what I want. But what is better.
This is the core of the universe.
This is the point of it all.
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