This Post Has No Purpose…

The words connected inside it are unimportant.
Unimportant to you, to me and even the words themselves and the reality they exist within.

They will not create anything, no towers or structures reaching heaven.
They will not move you to tears, like the loss of a love or a loved one, or the madness of the sadness we create to move us.
They will not inspire you, lifting your heart to the highest peaks of spontaneous joy or love.
They will not make you sensually perceptive, reaching ecstasies of feelings and emotion that touch you.
They will not even make sense. They cannot, it is not what they do or want. They are just words.

Just words.
Shapes defined long ago to approximate things. Things are concepts that do not know themselves.

Things that we see, the sunrise on a beautiful morning where it seems the whole universe awakes.
Things that we don’t see, that we manipulate with logic and calculate with mathematical steps and order them neatly.
Things that we imagine, we create vistas and environments and perceive different realities to the one in your direct senses.
Things that we deduce, like a knife cutting into them and adding into structure and predictive thoughts.
Things that we believe or deny, in the end being neither and both, and better they be what you wish them to be.
Things that glue all of the above and more into strings.
Strings of shapes having meaning and length strewn across pages like legions lining up.

The words formed are not important, they are without purpose…

In ancient times chipped into stone the words of the ancients survive a moment of then into now.
In times where they are cut into leather, forming our records and denying our memory.
In times they are shaped into the sands passing along fresh ideas in a fleeting glimpse.
In times they are inked into paper, pressed into being a multitude of times without thought.
In times now, existing one more step away from reality as a number of pixels on your screen.

They are not real.

Think of a word, for example ‘a cup’.
You cannot drink from the word, you cannot hold it.
It is simply a symbol of something.
So the word is not real.

This something that the word reminds you of does not exist either.
It is a thought, a concept, existing in the mind.
A thought of a thing that you think you know.
Does the thing really exist as a thought in your mind?

Test it, does it have a handle or no handle, does it have a colour?
Does it have any pattern, shape at all, after all it is a cup, is it cup shaped.
Or does it not exist at all as even a cup in your mind.
But the idea of a cup that you yourself defined as a baby.

The thought of a thing has no purpose but to point at the concept you hold.
It is not real, you cannot even look at it, feel it, hold it, you think you think it that is all.
This is only the beginning of the rabbit hole, what about this post?
Where does this exist now… Right now…

Right now, your now is my now, but our ‘now’s appear in different times and space.
Is the post here? Or is it there? In your mind? Or my mind?
Or is it just a thought of a post with no purpose.

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  • It’s a thought turned into form that sits in consciousness materially unformed but consciously existing. It’s the same cup and the same form, the one you mention and the one i think of only to be turned into the shape and material form of the one who dares to take action on this form of a cup, which already is created and awaits manifestation.

    • Thank you John,
      I had to think about this for a while because a few times I would have given completely different responses.
      The area that caught me was if it was the same cup and form. Are they the same at all?

      We may think of something commonly known, say the ‘statue of Liberty’. When I think of it and when anyone else thinks of it, is it the same thing? I know physically it can be answered, of course it is the same one, but the thought is a representation of something. Indeed is the Statue of Liberty I know the one you know?

      It is like, do I see ‘blue’ the same as you. Is the same? The cells reacting to the frequency in the eye and transmitting that to the visual cortex may actually do it in totally different ways physically, totally different pathways, connections and ultimately the connection to what we see. The cells maybe aged differently, have different compositions, may suffer filtering of light in that very frequency and the brain compensate only by selecting what is familiar to others and calling it ‘blue’.
      When I see ‘blue’ in my mind’s eye, is it the same ‘blue’ that another sees. It seems not…

      I need some philosophy lessons I think, I have promised myself one day to really delve into the subject… but the connection between the thing and the perception of it by the ‘self’ is fascinating me at the moment.