
The Truth Is...
There is no story. I am molecules, so are you, and the truth is there is no story. We exist as moving principles operating through vast complex patterns known to us as nature. But who or what are we? What is nature? Everything. Nothing. All things. No things. Energetic forces that balance to zero. Opposing charges that annihilate each other when smashed together What could it all mean? I deduce that what we call "life" is a feeling of grand sorts. It's a spark of brilliant se