experiencing alone
seeing alone
living alone
dying alone
knowing alone
thousands and millions of times at once. Endlessly repeating. Isolated within the hive connected yet separated. Collective consciousness unable to experience it’s collectiveness in pieces. Can an ant feel it’s colony? He is only a small piece. Alone in the hive. Too simple. Suffering, experiencing joys, serving beyond its sight. Living, serving, dying. All we ever get, is the experience.
All our needs and desires, so insignificant. Yet the biggest things for us. We will die, we will be forgotten like we have been forgotten over and over again. This is it. Like blood cells or stars. Nothing stays the same. Everything changes with time. I feel tired. Water maybe?
All we will get is the experience. Nothing will last. Nothing will stay here behind us. Not for long anyway. How much… do our actions matter? How much do our words matter? In the grand scale? Barely. To us? Fully. Now… what matters more to you? The hive? Or you? Probably you… you have to live as you. Driven by pleasure and pain. A mysteriously crafted design within us. I envy rocks sometimes. At least they dont feel bothered. They dont feel pain. They are not wired to survive and crave experience. They dont matter just like we do not matter in the grand scale. They in a way, pay less for getting less.
An ant cannot be anything else than an ant. It is its form. For now. And it has its time to serve as an ant. The best it can. The best it chooses to within the limited range of its will. And one day it will die alone. The form will change. Maybe… And all will continue.