WHY IS LIFE THAT WAY?

Body senses, has receptors, is a field of awareness.

“I was in nature, saw animals killing and eating other animals, and I thought, “life shouldn’t be that way, but, being realistic, I accepted that life is that way.  Then I wondered, “Where did the idea that, ‘life shouldn’t be that way,’ come from?

I saw war, murder, torture, people dominating other people.  Saw selfishness, people willing to hurt other people to get benefits.  Saw deception, lying, all to get gain, and I thought, “Life shouldn’t be that way,” and then wondered, “Where did that thought come from?”  Then, being realistic, I accept that life is that way.”

Why is life that way? Good question.  What would it take for life to be different?  Since nature is the way nature is (everything eating everything to live) what can be done?  Maybe that’s just life.

Some energy-forms are not good to eat, like poisons, others are OK, like apple pie.  Though they are energy-forms, some are lethal, others not so much.  However, at their core, they are all the same energy.  Human energy-forms can only eat certain kinds of other energy-forms.  Weird, right?  So I have this stomach that converts all energy-forms, whether poison or apple pie, into core energy, and I’m healthy.

When I was a core energy particle I could hang out with other core energy particles, but if I tried to unite with another particle, it didn’t work. There was a lot of friction, and a few explosions.  A few times a bunch of us particles hung out together for a time, and when we tried to leave, we couldn’t.  We kind of got formed into a click, a unity, and we became, for a time, an energy-form.  It was OK.  As an energy-form we could think better and do more.  And then, for whatever reason, the force that held us together stopped holding us together and we were free.  We each learned something from that experience.  In fact, now that I look back, every time ALL energy particles where close together enough, we were all powerful, all knowing, and everywhere at the same time.  It was cool.  Right now I’m part of an energy-form called Tom.  I think the only thing that keeps us together is Mt. Dew.

One time I was part of an energy-form called a cup.  I didn’t know it at the time.  I only realized it when the cup stopped being a cup.  For whatever reason, the force that holds particles together eventually loses its ability to hold particles together, or it gets bored.

As a human form, I’m looking at the stuff on my desk.  There are so many forms there, stapler, pencil, lighter, pack of smokes, ash tray and a coffee cup.  I’m yelling at them, be yourself.  Wake up.  Come out and play.  Let’s go do something else.  I’m not sure they can hear me.  They aren’t doing anything but sitting there.  

I don’t know (I never know) how long I’ll be in a certain energy-form, or in this energy form called Tom.  The form is getting old.  Things don’t work like they used to.  But Tom don’t give shit.  He’s OK whether in this form, another form, or if we all escape and go back to core energy.  My main questions is, what the hell is the force that keeps core energy particles corralled into forms?  I think I’m the victim of a higher power.  It does what it does when it does it, and when it doesn’t, everything goes back to being itself, core energy particles that don’t know shit.

In the meantime, humans are a peculiar energy-forms.  They want to be happy, want to feel good and pleasant all the time, but then think themselves right out of it.  They definitely have a thinking problem.  Even bugs, dinosaurs, and cats aren’t that dumb.  They just go along their way frolicking about and spontaneously deal with what’s in front of them, and if they lose stuff or get hurt or are dying, they’re like this temporary dude, Tom.  They don’t give it a thought.  Just don’t give a shit.

And whatever life-force is, whatever traps core energy and throws it and traps them into a form, I bet it’s having a good time, probably does all things for its pleasure, just like human energy-forms, but there’s one thing for sure, I bet it doesn’t regret being life-force.