Almost as if my breath would stop where my knowledge stopped.
Breathing was a struggle.
I visited the pure laws of physics
They were the entities.
Oh the beaty, not for mortals tp behold
We are cursed to never find truth in this life.
This life is meant to be a struggle
It is not hell.
It is not cursed.
But we who roam the domain are no different from being cursed.
It is a creation we have to test. It the wills of the Gods
It was a blessing to be aloud into thos space.
but alas all these laws of physics are really heavy to carry. The test is if moral life can be sustained
And morality is individuation.
The world was created for us to enjoy, there is more capacity for enjoyment than ever before in existence, but allas, the weight is akin to a burden
The blessing is akin to a curse
We roam and most never find their authentic self. Most do not enjoy this blessing to the full extent.
A blessing this heavy behaves like a curse when you cannot embrace it fully.
Every single law of physics, every senae, a burden when not realized.
The deepest truth is unspeakable, cannot be put into words or maths. Alas, I would be dead if it could, for I could not.
Science is thus a moral perseverance but those seeking a theory of everything... A curse behest they find their authentic self. Heavier than those seeking another struggle in this life.
Oh will they despair, oh do we benefit at their personal hell.