Javier Almanza Monge
Bio
Sonic painter, word assembler.
Stories (3/0)
Acid-Free Intimacy
The chances of having entered this world as this particular set of atoms, expressed in human form, as opposed to any other set of atoms, makes me a very lucky set. This fact should bring all endless electric joy! It also makes me realize I'm not separate from any other set of atoms. Separation is an illusion. Einstein and Buddhism both call and called reality an illusion. Today some call reality a simulation. If we are a simulation, we come from the same substrate. If someone once thought to make a simulated reality this real, and succeeded, then thoughts become things. We are creators. We create to show ourselves parts of the human experience that aren't commonly seen or easily conveyed through everyday language. And if in our heads we wield so much power, we should live to feel joyous, loving and compassionate. And we should make it our goal to create these emotions in others too, for those who are willing to accept them.
By Javier Almanza Monge3 years ago in Humans
Ground Control is Major Tom
Plutarch stood dumbfounded by the sheer impossibility of it all. Petrified trees, and petrified cars and petrified ramen noodles suspended between petrified bowls and petrified chopsticks held by petrified hands. It was some sort of cruel snapshot, as brief and invasive as a loud streak of lightning through windows in a stormy night.
By Javier Almanza Monge3 years ago in Futurism