it’s a story about me (“not surprising” somebody said, i recall, long time ago; “shhht…” i replied, “surely no one is listening”. same thing now
one day the dreamer (or at lest one of them all) was thinking:
“and me? why do i wonna do good? what is good anyway?” (goodness is what society made up along the way so as to be able to do business and thus progress… damn, i am sorry, i am screwing up my own story. may be I should have learned how not to interrupt the storyteller… especially when it’s me. disregard) so he kept on “it’s all because of that picture i have in my mind.”
sigh. he looked up. “but if i examine the picture closely i can separate its parts (consequently, the moments when they came to my mind) and argue against them until they turn false and irrelevant, originated from a completely poor understanding. i know i can do it and rationalize me, my idea and all that behind, because i know better than simply “do good cause it’s right”. and i also know that in the big picture that good will be lost and transformed into the original chaos of badness. there can never be absolute goodness cause one can never have a complete knowledge and see the consequences in time. yet i rarely see all the possible evil that could result from my interference with the fates of others (no matter how and with what in mind).
hmmm afterall i forgot to include the one thing that made us (humans, i corrected the storyteller) go down from the trees – we are selfish creatures. and therefore all the good i wonna do is not for anyone else (cause as we saw there’s no overall benefit for the others) but its is for me and only me. in order to fulfill that picture in my mind and keep the damn dream going (right. he is the dreamer, remember?)
i would have seen the picture realize itself in my little world, and could then go back to the eternal nothingness. and be a particle in that, favotite of mine, motion of life.