Have you ever wondered if life could be more simple?
And if it was, what it might look like?
I imagine a world without money,
a world in which it never existed.
A world where people did work,
in order to keep the world functioning.
Not for selfish desire of money,
not for the need to stay financially stable,
but because it was the right thing to do.
A world where people only took what was needed,
a world without greed or excess.
A world without money,
would mean a world without theft,
whether it be for greed,
or survival.
A place where individuals shared what they had,
just for the purpose of being kind.
Money has tainted the youth.
A sourness that stays with them no matter the age.
Perhaps if there was no money,
the wealth of the world would be decided in the love one another gives.
Perhaps if there was no money,
the pettiness of the world,
would be much, much less.

The world is sad,
you can see it on their faces.
The people who walk slower than others,
the people that don't look your way.
These are the people that know what life really is,
the ones that enjoy the rain,
the ones that are used to pain,
the me's and the you's of today.
They're easy to spot,
the world is full of them,
the ones inside on sunny days,
the ones that rarely show their pain.
Its not that they don't feel,
it's just,
they feel less,
from years of noticing the world is dull,
and always living with subtle stress.
These people deserve an applause,
these people are me and you,
the type of person, that average people,
tend to see right though.

Theseus is the captain of a ship.
He is sent on a voyage that will take just over a year to complete.
Though out the voyage,
pieces of the ship begin to rot, and need to be replaced.
Theseus has his men remove each piece of wood as it rots,
and replace it with another.
By the time Theseus has returned to port,
his ship is composed of entirely new pieces of wood.
Is the ship the same ship that he originally departed with?
Let us also suppose, that during the voyage,
there is a following ship.
The following ship is a scavenger,
that retrieves the old pieces of wood as they are removed from Theseus' ship.
The scavenger than creates an entire ship from the old pieces.
Which than, would be Theseus' ship?

Imagine that the world is not as it seems,
let us pretend, that the world has advanced at an exponential rate,
technology has excelled into what we would expect in a hundred years,
could we not than say, that perhaps we no longer live as we do now?
let us consider, today's technology,
and how we are able to provide simulations.
For instance,
we are able to predict the flight path of meteors to the second,
and are able to simulate entire universes,
on a simple computer.
So than let suppose, that technology has indeed excelled,
far past what we know today,
If so,
I would like to think that we are in a simulation ourselves.
Perhaps we are learning of a time when the world was primitive.
A time before technology had advanced so.
I would like to imagine that I am currently asleep,
with some kind of device,
portraying the world as it once were,
and when this life is over,
we will wake up in an entirely different place.
Or perhaps it is like the saying.
That life flashes between your eyes as you lie on your death bed.
If so,
than how do we know for sure,
that this life that we are living now,
is not that?
for instance,
perhaps I am on my death bed right now,
and this is my life flashing before my eyes.
No one has ever specified how quickly or slowly the flash is experienced,
so why couldn't it be at the speed that life was originally taken?
Perhaps we know nothing,
and the more we think we learn,
the more we are hindered by the unknown.
For I do not think that we can know anything for sure.
And for all of those that refuse to think other wise,
I feel sorry,
because no one knows what life truly is,
not one person can tell you for sure what happens after death.
For this reason,
I refuse to think,
that we are brought to the "heavens",
or rot in the ground.
I believe that we will never know.
And if we ever do,
we will look back on our past selves,
and realize that we were naive.
Nothing is as it seems.

Philosophy has taught me never to think I know,
for I know nothing at all,
and this is the only thing I know for sure.
Imagine you are in a cave,
you were born here,
and have been here ever since.
you are chained to face a wall,
can not move,
but know nothing different.
On the wall there are shadows,
cast from behind you,
caused by dancing figures in front of a flame.
You can not see these figures,
but you know them by their shadows.
Beside you, is another,
another just like yourself,
born and raised to stare at the shadows,
and just like you, knows nothing different.
Now imagine one day,
you are set free from your chains,
and you are brought to a door,
behind the door is a life you never knew could exist,
the sun, the trees, the world as we know it now.
You would be astonished,
amazed that you had lived your life from this point,
never knowing it was there.
Now say you were brought back to your chains,
reunited with the other,
who has not yet seen the world for what it is.
Would you be able to explain to them,
that there is a world beyond the shadows?
For the shadows are all they know,
they have become so familiar,
that they are able to guess the figures before their arrival.
How would you explain that there is a fantastic world beyond what they see?
it's simple.
You couldn't.
And forever, they will be trapped,
not knowing that there is so much more to life.
I feel that this is the way of the world.
The cosmos, being as big as it is,
and religion, giving claims as it does.
The people have no way of seeing what else is out there.
What happens after they die.
What life is truly about.
They never even wonder.
And than, they just die.

I'm *******,
I'm upset,
upset because I know myself better than the rest.
I'm not someone that tries and tries again,
rather,
I'm someone that fails and refuses to go again.
I'm frustrated,
and only blame myself,
built up anger,
more so than these thousand books on my shelves.
The more I learn,
the less I know,
at least,
know for sure,
but than again, I'll never know.
I hide in my cave,
away from all the rest,
it's calm, it's quiet,
the place that I am best.
See people are all caught up in their lives,
wondering what people will think,
I can tell you they think the same thing,
they're just wondering what people think of them.
We live in a world, of wondering others thoughts,
and never being concerned in the lessons we've been taught.
I hate this life,
I wish we would all just care less,
no money,
no hatred,
no worry,
no mess.

She was hiding in the garden and met a cabbage named Fred,
She likes to give names to things she thinks are cool,
and call them friends.
Than she took me to her toy box,
"this is where everything goes",
this is the way, so stay and play,
and I know you'll feel at home.
"You be Cory, I'll be Topanga",
"you be Pete, I'm Mary Jane",
"I will be here, you don't always have to, smoke the pain away".
It's just me against myself again,
but she doesn't see my flaws,
"if you bottle your emotions, we'll just drink them through a straw".