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The silence and still of night 

Steadily stumped chizzling at disposition. 

Echos through the void of consciousness. 

Wide awake. Staring at the blackness. 

Nothing to digress. No motive. Or emotion. 

It's soothing really. Listening to the sound of static and soft breathing. Trying to connect the loose thoughts in my head like a light bright. Creating constellations in the nebula of my cerbial cortex. What is existence. Did time ever begin? Will it ever stop. If I am the universe finally becoming conscious of itself. Am i designed for something much more than this. When we pass does the light fade too? Or do I become apart of everything. Let it be.. Perplexed. Solving equations in my head. With no solutions. Intention is a definite paradox. For example. If pinnocio tells a lie. His nose grows. But if he said "my nose will grow now." Will it have grown? Because technically he would have been telling the truth. But did the power of the belief in himself make it grow if he commanded it to? Would he be able to intend for his nose to grow precisely every time or would he accumulate self doubt. And it not grow after he said it would grow. But then he would be telling a lie and it should grow any way. So does that leave you room for mistakes? Or does self doubt destroy all progression? Either way could you create a paradoxal math equation that the answer is the problem and the solution yet at the same time neither. Because that's basically what life is. Numbers don't lie and the only thing that stays the same is that everything changes. Is they're a way to manipulate the codes of the universe around you to effectively work in your favor? Yet it everyone had that ability. People's abilities to manipulate their reality would create compition with many others. Yet that's basically where we are. Everyone is on different wave lengths and belief systems. A common ground and compromise seems highly unlikely. Could you trick the world to end up being all on one page? Because we all gotta start picking up our trash. 

Before our trash whipes us out.