Word Salad #1

It starts getting out of control. The universe is still expanding after the big bang. Or its it really so? Maybe God created the world in six days, rested on the seventh and then said "let their be light!" Maybe the universe evolved from hiranyagarbha. You can't be sure of shit anymore. But you know that there are machine guns, fighter planes and bombs and deadly viruses which you aren't sure were released as a drastic measure of population control or they really got released? Shit is really out control. It's like sand slipping out of hands. It slowly slip out of your hands, you feel it as it slips out of your hands and then before you know it, all of it slips from your hands. The madness is intense or something like that you tell yourself. Shiva dances in his rage and a new consciousness gets created. A wormhole opens between the earth and moon and you don't know where does it leads, a distant part of universe, heaven, hell, or maybe a different universe altogether. Life is all about extreme options, you would save your family or the world? The idealist would save the world. The realist would save the family. And an idealist who knows the actual truth of the world would save his family again. The world can't really be saved. Light has for long meant good, and dark, bad. Truth is that night is the time when predators come out for hunt. It is when they can see and others cannot. How does man see? He sees from knowledge. It's unfortunate that predators now have become farmers. They grow their prey, and then they hunt it for pleasure. It hasn't yet gone out of control actually, but it would. Soon. It's happening. And you see it coming. It's God who made predators, it's him who gave him the power to hunt and it is this power that ultimately made the predators farmers. Big Bang means shit. The one stealing a loaf of bread is hanging on townsquare. Is it mediaeval times? Yes. They were never gone. You thought you'd see flying cars? They might be there soon. No technology for a flying loaf of bread that gets into the mouth of the hungry. Planning a heist is cool, stealing out of sheer hunger is not. Is it getting out of control? Russian roulette is out of control? Only for the one who is forced to play it, and only if he is not well versed in probability.