I consider everyone's world(/planet... check my "planet collision" text before reading this one) as a hair in the skein. All of us are part of this ball that swirls as we unravel the skein. One starts another time, place, way. The huge size of the differences is distinct. But here's where a deep meaning is hidden. An important, universal difference.
The "how everyone" got to his world/ planet. The "why" he stayed. And other reasons, and other differences. But one fundamental. "It's more possible things are as i say they are, than how the other one says things are". And somehow like that we build. We demolish as well and rarely we even abandon. Reasons, we find, we don't want to accept them and move on. It's that running mill that forces us to go back while we try to move forward.
Reason. Reason grows stronger by time like cement that dries. Strong foundations, strong shakings by "awareness quakes" and even more in collapsing. Who wouldn't want strong foundations? And who finds reason to abandon the world/ planet he created? Who kills his creation so easily?
Inability. It's a dice and we're afraid to roll it. We fear the dice as we roll it. Somehow like that we make relations between us. Between our worlds. We have the means to "dive" on into another and with (diving) masks to see and show what we do not keep well hidden. Instead we pick the snorkel and stay on the surface. If for starters we enter the unknown and known waters of others. We're drowning, afraid of choking. And this life? To love only oxygen? Some have only a surface to offer. The depth is missing. It was covered with cement. To step on. To "not fall in". In their worlds obscurity.
Untravelled. All the worlds took a music note before they start dancing in this universe of ideas. Someone chirruped a joyous melody to guide them like birds in their first flight without unexpected outcomes. And the birds grew up and they got their own little birds. But the melody that was teaching them? The one they listened at. They didn't try. They didn't travel. They stayed there. Worthy of their parents fate. The whole cosmos is a book. Don't stay just in one page no matter how beautiful the content is, esecially, if it's your first then don't make it be your only one and last.
Youth. In mind, perception. The testing of the sea water! The water is ok, let us dive! No, let us not dive, or at least not too much! More or less that's how we do when our worlds are connected. For whatever the reason. We just walk in the sand. One over another, but it's ok. We don't want to get wet since the water is not good for us. We are sunbathing.
Insanity. We talk about "insanes" and we lock them in "asylums". We, the "sane ones"... We who govern this absurd world. Very logical. Every "planet"(/ world) with an asterroid's speed is danger, a threat. Better to be put in a cage! Alone in silence. Every "world" unknown and incomprehensible can collide with our world and... Reach it's core! When that happens true insanity begins. There is no core, there won't be one. We create one, and for how long we keep it. But the labeled "insane" has no core. His foundation is his instinct, his mood, whatever catches his attention. Your core and your pulverization are irrelevant to him and usually just a part of the process of the collision. You kill your creation. The one you labeled insane has the blessing to show you the way to kill your creation.
Ignorance. And drugs with mania. Depression, trends, apathy, disgust. Addictions, biological and psychological. They have always been. Until we die we're addicted to life. And we choose to add up more addictions. In body and spirit, in our life, in our world in every one's world. And that's an addiction. Why? Damn you time! Flow without me wanting to take a dosage (small/ large) of my addiction. A small dosage of a big life. Your worlds...
Misunderstanding. No room for it here. Time is bold, absolute. It flows no matter what. It doesn't stop, accelerate or slow down. We want it to pass, we say.. Yet, it passes even if we don't want to or say so. So we either want time to pass quickly or beautifully. Or we just say. I doubt it. I'm kinda sure for the other two things. (1) Who wants to avoid beautiful moments, who doesn't want them to last for hours more? (2) And who doesn't want to avoid bad moments, who would not want them to be just a few, if he had to have some of them? People, change, leave, get lost and become forgotten. And you and me in time.. We have to tolerate that. Even if we try to remember it. It's not me who says so. It's time who asks so.
Guide signs. Like signs some stationary and stoic represent the guides in the creation and the sequense of this world. Imperious and dusty, some forgoten, some ghosts in the streets that are inaccessible long time and/or they never even existed in the first place. And the moron is there. In the same directions. Wherever he was told, he went.. To gather goods to create his world (/planet). Following the signs. Others as well went. So many worlds they built, they must know something. From worlds, building, manipulation?
Give me this dance! The amusement park is larger. The bumper cars are now planets, human planets in a celebration. And the collision? Joy! Because bloods are trendy, we just need to watch. Take my hand and keep it. Let everything else because the impact takes what you keep well hidden. It throws it on the surface and then you choose. You drown it or you keep it alive? The universe of ideas isn't preserved by only one living organism.
Pavlos - vlospa kasbe