Lest ye become a monster~

That line in my title is from a quote by Nietzsche;

"Battle not with monsters
lest ye become a monster;

and if you gaze into the abyss,
the abyss gazes also into you."

It's a very true quote. In fighting our demons so fiercely, how can we not help but become one of them?
In a similar way, we try our hardest to solve all the "big" problems, but every careless step we take to find the solution, we make dozens of seemingly negligible nuisances, until they start piling up. And that's when things get dirty.

I mean, c'mon. You think everything's small potatoes until the potatoes pile up. You'd think you were encountering something big, until you're up against something bigger, and you start thinking what you went through before was nothing, really.

In short, life's a bitch. Haha.

But I guess that's just a frame of thought. I may not be so.. profound in other cases. :D

For some reason, right now I'm fascinated with Space. Tiny pinpoints of light against a backdrop of pure nothingness. That, it seems to me, is what Hope really is. It doesn't matter how black it gets, or how few and far apart the specks are. What matters is that they're still there.

Then again, those lights could be dead. Our Sun could die and we'd feel the backlash only in a few minutes. Neptune would receive it in nearly two hours. The stars we see, how are we sure they're still burning? We get the aftermath of the supernovas probably centuries later, and all we see is beauty. That thing died, and all we can do is point and scream "Purdy!"

Now, if only we thought about everything else like that. Imagine, if there are infinitesimally tiny beings screaming in glorious wonder every time you crushed a bug or ripped a weed up by its roots. Maybe the stars are the gnats of the macroverse, and we're amazed at the beauty of it all and trying to predict them with equations and experiments, and at the end of all that, they'd just smacked against the proverbial windshield.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Then again, life is just a matter of perspective, isn't it? You have to know how to tilt your head to connect the dots right. All that really limits you is your imagination, screw the physical world. And even then, you can dream up anything.

You'd never know what it's like to imagine an illogical world. I mean, really. If you imagined something like venomous spaghetti with a taste for carrot-eyed raisins, or a talking leaf shooting dozens of fish through its stomata, it's not really impossible. That notion, that idea, that thing, is in existence, albeit in your mind.

Time is a still lake, not a flowing river. Things are in each moment, like they are in each place. The difference is, a million things could be in a moment, and only one thing can be in one place in one time. Or maybe that's just my perspective. Then again, I don't think my brain could swallow all that just yet, the idea of more than one thing being in in one point in space in one point in time. It's just all so... Whoa. Haha.

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I guess now I realize what got my dad so fascinated with Physics. It's complicated, but that complexity is what makes it so goddamn beautiful. It's difficult, sure, but when you finally understand, you'll appreciate that. It really wouldn't be half so amazing if all the answers were handed to you on a silver platter, am I right?

But now, I must go. Man, this has been one amazingly deep entry. o-o

And so, to wrap it up and see me off, I shall end with another of Nietzsche's well-known quotes:

"Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane
by those who could not hear the music."

~the Raspberry Scribbler.