Strings

I stand in the center of my life, my existence.

The strings of my thoughts stretching out in all directions.

Possibly interacting with strings from the thoughts of others.

What then do they do when and if this happens? Does this mingling change them, these thoughts? These other peoples thoughts influencing mine. And mine possibly changing theirs.

Isn’t this the way of things, a river of thoughts flowing together, becoming one. Yet stretching back to each individual, the connection to the thinker unbreakable. And can we learn from this river of humanity, this river of dreams and wishes?

Are the evil thoughts cast out of the river? The universe a huge filter of our less civil thoughts. Black holes sucking clean the galaxy. Where even light cannot escape.

Is it possible to imerse myself in this ocean, let it flow over me soaking into my skin, saturating my soul. Would it pollute me or cleanse me? What would I gain from this knowledge, could I survive such enlightenment?

What then would I do with such knowledge? The responsibility of so much knowledge causing me to do what? Is it possible that I would just turn my back on the human race, considering it as one would consider a bug. No longer able to hold my attention.

Or would I throw my knowledge across the river, sowing it everywhere for all to grasp. The seeds of knowledge growing in everyone’s consciousness.

Is it possible for us to gain all this knowledge and still hold on to our humanity, or would there be a trade off? Would we lose our emotions, our ability to feel compassion. Sometimes I think we have already.