WHAT IS LIFE?

WHAT IS LIFE?

I lived in a volunteer social order.  Everyone had their own property and home.  No taxes.  Each property had a garden and chickens, ducks, geese, and few lambs.  The town was two thousand homes.  The town was ten miles from the next towns.  There was a town on the north, south, east and west, and a walking road joining them.

We have community store where we bring our excess productions and get a credit towards other products.  The motel and restaurant in each town is staffed by volunteers, as are all other services.  There is no money, no politicians, lawyers, pastors.  The name of our town is Serenity Village.  Life is good.  We get born, live and die having enjoyed a simple family life.

ON THE OTHER HAND

I lived in a mega city where capitalism ruled. For a job, career, or business you can make money and buy a lifestyle that suited you.  Taxes for service was mandated.  Politicians, lawyers, bankers, businesses literally fought for customers.  It was hectic, nerve racking, and there was crime and wars until it all got destroyed.  We got born, lived an exciting life, and died.

BOTTOM LINE: everyone had experiences regardless of towns.  Then I woke up and all towns all lifestyles everything disappeared.  It was just a dream made real for a time.  

Life is a dream that seems real.  You are asleep, and don’t know it.  You wake up somewhere.  You do things.  You fall asleep and wake up elsewhere and do things, over and over again until you remember it all, and then, having enough of life, you become a Buddhist and fall asleep forever.  While asleep you forget everything.  Then one day some idiot wakes you up and you’re somewhere again and think it’s new.  
The universe is fucking with you.  It created you for its pleasure, joy and entertainment.  THAT’S LIFE.

You didn’t make yourself.  You didn’t make the universe, galaxies, solar system or the place you were born.  You are alive, and your body regulates itself. Your body has hardware and software needs, wants, desires that you did not install. It tells you what it needs, food, toilet, food, toilet, get out of the cold, get out of the heat, take a nap, go to sleep.

From youth you are indoctrinated and thereafter have mental needs, wants, desires.  You don’t know where thoughts come from.  You don’t know why where you came from, why you exist, or where you’re going.  You guess a lot.  

Obviously you are someone’s entertainment puppet.  If you are very very entertaining you get to play another game.  If not, they (whoever whatever ‘they’ are,  Buddhaize you).

Humans are puppets of a real hunger game.  If they like you, they feed you, if not, good luck.  When ‘they’ get tired of playing their virtual game they take a break and come back to see what else crazy humans have been the hell up to.  Life (and you) are very entertaining for ‘them’.  

Imagine you are playing a game, get tired, turn it off, and it plays on without you observing it, and you wake up and are excited to see what has happened, and if enough has happened, you rewind it so you can watch how it unfolded.  Life is like a TV series with cliff hangers, and you turn it off right when the story is on a cliff, and the next day you can’t wait to see what happens next.  The Game of Life is addicting, for humans and ‘them.’