Manifest

A switch of the usual topics I'd frequent, cheers to a writing of my thoughts and imagination to subjects of creation and development. To any one who has the patience or curiosity to read all the way to the end, thank you.

I find that what we call today as technology might have altered the meta key or path we would have taken forwards. We have a high enough understanding of math and engineering to send rockets into space, but I'm unsure if I'm the only person who sees this "grand achievement" as menial. This could just as well be my fear of what others think of my opinion. Telling others that "a rocket sent to the moon" holding little to no real purpose may spark some anger, considering over 650 million people watched it in 1969. I guess it stands more as a symbol that we could do it.

Let's say I decide to congregate with the rest of everyone's meta key. I'm going to set apart two groups: material, and thought. To further develop our technologies and advancements, we need the material, and understanding and knowledge. It's not that we lack one or the other, we lack a bit of both in some way. We are being restricted with the amount of materials we have. And there's a restriction on understanding, because there's a difference between learning everything to know everything, and knowing what to learn. Having everything, and knowing what there is to have. Such as such, an obstacle that mankind faces in whatever goal it is trying to reach. 

     The man stands up on its feet, wavering slightly against his weight and the blank white plane underneath him. He first comes to terms with his awareness and his senses. There before him stood tall and gargantuan blocks varying from color and texture. Huge enough to create their own planes, stretching for miles upwards and across.

     In front of him was a brown wall. So loosely put together, there was an uneasy feeling that went along with the knowings of its sheer existence and how it coalesced. What left could he do in this world other than to touch it.

     Once disturbed, the brown wall keeled over and gave way to thick particles. The smell of earthy aromas filled his nose. He was being buried in the earth so fought. A key moment in his time: his awakening to the need to survive. Once he reached the top of the newly created plane, painted over with dirt, there it stood still, tall and erect the many lined up squares. 

I tried writing a short passage of a person to represent mankind, but in this world. he is given all the resources in existence but doesn't even grasp the understanding of his own existence. I didn't have the time right now to finish it, but I'll finish the rest of this later. Post what you think of this, if you'd like.

Thoughts?

any thoughts?

Hi defender

been a while

Yeah....much has changed

I think I understood little to nothin of that, my mind was blank the whole time. Sorry, no thoughts.

huh, interesting, you'd be a good philosopher