I’ve often wondered what life would be like if we lived our dreams and dreamt our reality. But why stop there? Why be restrained by reality and not simply make that the dream instead? Living dreams and dreaming reality isn’t impossible, isn’t wrong.

Who cares how we’re supposed to live our lives? Right-side up, upside-down, our perspective is all that changes. Not what is and isn’t. So why worry what the right way of seiing things is, when every perspective is different anyway? Live the perspective which grants you happiness, not the perspective you think you’re supposed to have because ‘they’ tell you you should. Never stop dreaming.

It’s time to wake up, precious child.
I know you’re afraid those nightmares of yours will reach out into the real world if you let them, but it’s time to face the day, no matter where its demons came from. It’s out here where all your dreams can come true, but only if you let them. It’s up to you to shape your own world.
But know that in the waking world, you’ll never be alone. You’ll always have your friends, now and in the future to come. So let us help you shape our reality into a dream, not a nightmare. Know that you have more power over your dreams than they have over you.

Burn bright, little star. Burn bright and light the way.

Well, starting to use my blog again apparently means I’m going to spout a lot of random crap on here for a while, as it comes to mind. Ah well, no-one has to read it. Anyway, this time it’s about a bit of a strange topic. The reason for existence. Existence of what? People, humans… Me.

There are many theories on why we exist, often boiling down to either chance or a higher power. Dice or God. We’re here for no reason, or we’re here to do something for some reason. Mankind as a whole has either a purpose, or none at all. To me, however, this ultimate reality makes no difference. I’ll live my life, long or short as it may be, just being who I am. Every choice I make, I make not knowing what my future holds for me. Not knowing what impact it has on mankind as a whole.

I’m ignorant of the higher reality of things. Why we exists, what we’re here for. I just don’t know. What I do know, is that I’m here with no real personal purpose. Perhaps I’m a tiny cog in a giant machine, but I’m no different from any other cog in the sense that I’m replaceable. If I were to die tomorrow, the world would go on, mankind would not cease to exist, it’d continue into a future unknown, leaving me in a place unknown.

What happens after my life or before it has little effect on how I’ll live it. I’ll make my choices looking for things that make me happy, doing the things I want to do. This is perhaps a selfish view. However, ultimately, every act of any person is a selfish act. We only ever (deliberately) do things which (we hope) will improve our lives in one way or another.

Why we’re here isn’t really a question worth answering, in my book. All I know is that I’m here to find happiness, silly as that sounds. Whether I find it or not is up to the future, though at present I could be doing a lot worse. Of course, there’s always room for improvement.

Democracy forever teases us with
the contrast between its ideals and its realities,
between its heroic possibilities and its sorry achievements.
- Agnes Repplier

I don’t believe in democracy. It’s an awkward system designed to let every person involved have a vote towards what happens to them. As if they’ll ever agree on any topic whatsoever. In theory, this sounds perfect. In practice, it’s not. Because, as always, people are not perfect. They’ll rarely know what they’re even voting for, and they can never trust that what they vote for will actually come to pass.

Most democracies vote for politicians rather than ideas. They vote for imperfect people who put forth perfect plans which are then executed imperfectly, or even not at all. This alone is enough for me to not bother voting at all. An imaginary stock in a corrupt company won’t do me any good. The system doesn’t work.

Of course, voting for ideas isn’t going to work either. It’s nearly impossible to put together a workable solution to a problem, that can be executed without a million problems. We can never account for every little detail required for a plan to be effective, so we muddle along with temporary fixes, never fixing the root of the problem, because this is practically impossible to do.

I’m not suggesting there’s a better form of government than democracy, because its alternative, a dictatorship, has its own flaws, which I doubt require explanation. But ultimately, the problem is the divide between theory and practice, as always. In theory, both democracy and totalitarian regimes can be effective, but they never are. And any middle way is just as inefficient and unlikely to succeed.

Every vote counts, maybe, but counts towards what, really?

It should have been impossible. The expression of emotion, even something akin to empathy. Even with the rapid evolution of the PME, this shouldn’t have happened, not this soon at least. The Prospective Memory Engine was never designed for emotion, only a basic sort of instinct. The first Emotive familiars had been a surprise. Casual updates to the code had caused different distributions to behave in certain ways, but no familiar had ever truly expressed any emotions.

I’ve decided to start writing again, going back to Project: Jinx. Above is a bit I wrote just now, just to dabble in the universe Jinx is set in. I’ve removed the password on the Project page on the right here, so feel free to take a look. I’m going to use my blog to write up random bits and pieces, aside from the usual gibberish I write when the mood strikes.
I’m not sure yet if any of it will be used when I finally do write the actual story. This is just an exploration of a multiverse that’s inside my head, in order to distill it into a single universe, with a multitude of stories I may or may not tell.

Guess I’ve ignored my web space for a while now, due to various reasons, most prominently just sheer laziness. I’ve plenty to say about just about any topic, which should be evident from the randomness of these posts. But I’ll make an effort to say a bit more on here, so it doesn’t entirely go to waste.

Don’t much expect people to read this at all, don’t much care if you do. I’m here to express myself, not to be listened to. Just a place to say what I have to say. So we’ll see what happens here.

I’m not particularly into photography, but I know what I like. And I like this.

It’s awesome. Go see.

Love and hate. Good and evil.

Concepts often considered diametrically opposite to eachother. Concepts often misunderstood and misconsidered.
The above ideas share one common characteristic: Passion. If we choose to love or to hate, to do good or to do evil, we do so because, one way or another, we’re passionate about it.

The opposite to passion? Apathy.

Infinite plane, energy,
Trembling foundation,
Destruction, creation.
This is the beginning;
Is it the Hand of God?

The Question Everyone Asks, Eventually.

Why am I here? Why is anything here? Why is anything?

It’s perhaps a tricky question to answer, and everyone has a different perspective, myself included. So I’m taking the time to write them down, roughly explaining my perspective on everything around me.

I’ll start off with a tricksy question, one that gets asked a lot, in various ways.

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It’s not often that one’s life changes fundamentally, but it’s a mistake to think that if it does, you notice it. It’s often a subtle shift, with perhaps more than one pivotal point. Life isn’t as straightforward as people assume it is, despite its incessant linearity.And yet, it’s more straightforward thank you’d assume, despite the constant need to choose.

We think we make choices. But this is in fact a misconception. Choices make us. Everything we decide, we decide for our own benefit, in one way or another. Choices, therefore, aren’t so much choices as they are means to improve yourself or your circumstances. We will always choose the choice that we think will make us better. This means that essentially, your choice will be made before you made it.

Choices make you better. Or at least, they make you better insofar as you hope or think they will. You won’t always make the right choice, or a choice that, in hindsight, you think you shouldn’t have made. But in the end, that ‘wrong’ choice made you into who you are today.

We change based on our choices, our responses to our circumstances and our realisations of who we are and who we think we should be. In that, we strive to become who we think we should be. We have no other choice.