What is Existence? What is Life? What is Death? What is Art...? And Why...

Existence, Art, Life, Death, Fate, Destiny, Heaven, Hell...
Us.


The ever-eternal mysteries that have followed us from the beginning of time, to be put into doubt once again. Recent events in my life have put into chaos all the terms which I thought simple, real, straightforward...

They are more than that...

Life is a lie. 

A timer-clocked lie which will soon cease to be.
Reality built into fantasy in a way never meant to cease.

I shall explain my point of view on this ever-discussed matter using all data I can think of, my heart and my soul. I hope to make you think and reflect on this matter, as it's fascinating, dangerous, and exciting.

In its origin there was nothing, and that kept on throughout the ages, throughout millenia of spacial peace in our small Solar System, until the Earth was formed in extremely strange, painful, struggling circumstances, and became habitable...

Or so it is said. It would really be silly to think that we are the first, or the last to be born as living organisms, made from humanly-called "materia", and in need of "energy" to survive.

We have evolved far from what was expected, to the point that we invented, WE CREATED the small, but undying word which still marks our race, then, and now...

It is not love. It is not peace. It is not us.

It's simpler, yet tremendously difficult:

WHY?

The human being is utterly unable to accept origins, compositions, reasons, as being simply coincidental, always reaching out for a "Why?", for the ultimate reason which will explain everything to us.

And now I ask: "Why must it all be explainable?" There needn't be a reason to explain each and every single detail from life's origins, from love, from sexuality, from art, from the human brain, from the Universe itself...

The incapability of the human being to resist curiosity has ultimately led to the beginning of many theories, many religions and different hypothesis regarding life's origins, existence's meaning...

And so we find ourselves split between our thoughts...

-Have we all been brought to this world by a greater force? Whether a God, or a special, omnipotent being reaching out from the depths of the Universe?

-Is it all part of intelligent evolution's scheme to produce the perfect, flawless race?

And in those cases, how do we exactly know THIS is the only Universe? How many dimensional portals, and different life-forms exist in the vast existing, and non-existing world?

If a superior being really exists, why did it make "flawed", irrational beings? Why are there animals systematic as human-created robots, and why do we possess the knowledge to create LIFE with our hands?

This all leads to the tricky, unanswerable question which has haunted human beings forever: Why? Again, why?

Would we truly be happier if we knew WHAT gave us all this power, capacity and complexity?

I don't think so. Different scenarios would easily come to mind, and none would EVER be favorable to the human being.

We are somehow "programmed" to desire more, to always desire more. In that sense, there are never people "good enough" by our OWN STANDARDS. What does that mean?

It means that the human race may be another flawed design, that Earth's dinosaur race ultimately ended a way it shouldn't have, and that extinction is knocking to our door as surely as truly possible.

And extinction will COME BY OUR HAND.

And you ask: "Why?"

And I reply: "Precisely."

The never-ending search for the reason will be our downfall, it is our own natural limit, our dark mark.

When a person finally finds the answer to the first "Why?", the possibilities multiply, and leaves the person in question alone to find the answer to a multiplied answer.

This ends up with the conflict of thoughts, which has caused death, not only human death, death in general, all over the world.

The world is ours to protect, though coincidental, life is ours; no matter the reason, when we were born, we pledged our loyalty to it.

We are the most powerful race alive in the known universe, we have the lives of many worlds in our hands...

The answer. The key to the understanding of every single planet in the vast, and expanding Universe. Our portal to the unlimited possibilities of existence, life, death, love and thoughts:

IMAGINATION

Only through this very particular power do we manage to understand the little part of it. But this power is not rational, this power does not want to keep greedily searching for more.


This is the fantasy to our consciously existing world of reality.

Imagination is the mental state of our essence, our life. Without it we'd be systematic beings with no social future: we would all be the same, taught the same, lived the same, and died.

Imagination is the power balancing out our never-ending curiosity and the connection to our own different world.

Art is the physical manifestation of that power. Art is more than just singing for entertainment, or more than creating a painting. Art is fantasy, something surreal, or something beyond the real perception of our senses.

If there is not a clear uniting intention, it isn't to be called art. Because art is way more than that.

Art is our own, singular portal to the different worlds, the different Universes we can create ourselves. Art is the manifestation of our soul, after being processed by Imagination.

Is imagination connected to the Universe itself? Why can't imagination, and our subconscious mind be connected to something more powerful, more meaningful?

We don't know. We will never know.

And, quite frankly, we don't need to know.

Art needs to exist, as the balancing form, as the "Science of Imagination".

Neither Rational thinking, or art shall prevail, for if one surpasses the other in social importance, the world is lost.

Life is a lie. Life is Fantasy Built into Reality. 
And a constant search of lies, in order to find one simple truth, which leads us through eternity: Death.

As the ending reflection, it could be said that:

"Life is the constant search of Death. It ends when all `Why's´ are found, fantasy and reality unite, and your own world of art and love arrives."

I believe, I, as many others, have found my own place, and all my Art revolves around it. Äethèrym is my world.

A dream I had constantly reminded me of this name.

Is our death, our destiny? Yes.

Is the challenge of life, our fate? Of Course.

(If you wish to comment on my reflection, please, be serious, this was written quite a while ago, but I strongly feel this way about "Life".)

(Call me crazy, I'll take that as a compliment)

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Mister Gaga