Pursuit of pleasure
Intensity of thought, making it so
For thought is action in the multiverse.
To think it is to make it happen, but in another galaxy
Far, far away, with our doppelgänger…
But we are encapsulated here, with our own limited mortal existence
Unaware of the other. How freeing, but also how sad, to think all of our thoughts informed another being’s life
Without either knowing one was acting on the other.
Mirror, Mirror; Counterpart; Star Trek: Discovery: all figments of our collective imaginations, thinking we are far more than this shell, housing a soul.
Because we are. We are infinite energy, in infinite combinations, with no limits
As our thoughts become real, but outside of our consciousness. If you wanted that woman, or man, but had him not here, be aware that it happened elsewhere…
Because love is eternal, and transcends even death.
Our mortality is a test to see where we go, post this rotting shell existence.
But at least we are not limited by fleshly concerns, for the spirit is always beautiful, timeless, infinite and wise, and does for the good of all beings, who merit the paradise.