He got himself up from his chair that he had been sitting in. Within, there was nothing, but it didn’t matter, as he was fine. Paul was quite well, never seeing much struggle in his life. Never sick, nor worried in this life, thriving as anyone could. He’s gotten up from this chair each day, heading off into the world, walking right into a teleportation device.
Each day technology is advancing, as there’s never been a drawback in this world. Food has constantly been provided, as well as all necessary resources. From this, no motivation for a true argument has been given, thus little has one opted for war. Instead, these people have taken their time to observe the world they live in. Processing the data of a life form has found to be quite simple; they’ll take the parts away, and replacing them elsewhere. Never is there a question of morals, as the soul remains in the body during this process. They’ve discovered how to transport consciousness after all of their of their hopes and research of explanation.
“Where would you like to go?” The genderless computer voice had asked.
“Anywhere,” Paul had told it.
Off he went into the anywhere. A nondescript place of nothing in particular. Still he could breath, as oxygen never was a bother in this world. That was a hassle only existing in our own. For this was a perfect world.
Events still took place, and people still flourished. All life flourished. Though, is it life? It certainly is an existence of social endeavors, continuing along what I can’t describe. There has never been a need for physical forms, and yet there is.
Again, Paul had taken the day to walk around, away from others to speak to. If he so desired to, he would go to them, but now wasn’t that time. His friends as well wouldn’t be missed nor miss his absence. It is all understood, never a doubt in anyone’s mind. They shall always be in agreement, even when they shift views. Perhaps they don’t hold the same opinions, but certainly agree it matters not.
Paul could hear his feet hitting the ground beneath. He felt no pain, nor worry that he would. He’s passed through many lands like this before. They always gave him another emotion that he’d never sensed before. The landscapes that he traveled in were of art, which is a needed resource in this land. For art continues the need to thrive, and sense other emotions, while this world is set for comfort.
He could see to the horizon, the grey ground, and the mystically glowing clouds, spiralling down, as it ever is. A comforting sense of how this world is. He could walk peacefully, knowing he would be fine. Even with the next step, he could be certain of health. A splash was heard, as his foot landed into a puddle.
Last week, Paul’s friend John was juggling a chicken, creating happiness for all in the scene. The chicken fluttered about, gliding in the air. It went around in a circle, going about, showing off all of it’s feathers and what it looked like. Everywhere. Everything was happy.
Paul enjoyed the entertainment of this world, it all was good, even if it varied in quality. Never would one be unsatisfied in this social world. It was all happy. John would return the chicken to it’s machine once it was done entertaining it’s audience. The chicken could return to its friends, as it wanted to at this time.
Once he was done with this act, John took a moment to sit down, recalling his prior life. John has had a troubled life, sneaking about. He betrayed many regulations, studying very much in acts the prior society forbid. Along with he would be trying to find great friends to accompany him. Great struggle was within that, as little did they wish to remain loyal. Living in such a new world now, his friends have more reasons to remain. Before, he was fine with his search, and his escapes from custody, back when he didn’t know of the perfect world, but now it is good. All is good.
All think back to the old world at times, it reminds them of how much they prefer the world before their eyes now. For John, he would rub his eyes, wishing to forget at times, which he could with perfect control, but something kept them all from forgetting. They wanted this art of memory. It was their choice, as choice is a social necessity.
So many necessities are provided in this world, making sure that none shall find torture in their life. Pain may be vanquished, but pleasure and passion still exist. As why art still exists, such as the art of memory and thought. If ever one would wish to alter their mind, they had plenty of options, from medicinal to technological. Many cyborgs were about, connecting themselves to software, observing a world beyond normal eyes. They would hear as they needed to and see what they desired. Any sort of program of illusion was allowed, but many find themselves tired of this, moving on to other sorts of things.
Paul continued his day, walking around, remembering all of this past. He’s found himself in much the same as John, finding this perfect world, as everything should be. He looked out into the horizon, at the hole in the sky. The ever enlarging hole. The peace to this world. It was a beautiful sight of clouds and spirals ever increasing towards that spot. It could remind Paul of many things. Many horrible things of his past. It was a tempting sight, a sight that greeted Paul to continue forward. Slowly. It was what made peace in this world.
It’s taken years to build up to this point of success in society. Many wars had taken place, forcing great trouble on all, but they’re all gone now, thanks to this hole in the sky. Seeing it just helped everyone get along, helping to unite the world. They had shed much blood, but it’s all gone now.
An army had collected in the town that Paul had lived in, swarming in like a virus, crowding the streets with uniforms. Onto the door they knocked of Paul. He answered. “Yes?”
“You will be joining us,”
“Okay,” Paul accepted, heading off with the rest of these soldiers, affiliating himself with this identity. Paul was alright with it, taking no thought of it, but made a much better choice along with the world when they all accepted peace.
The battle grounds were a harsh place, people tore each other apart, cutting into the flesh of their enemies. It was tragic. That is all gone now. It matters not what they were fighting about, nor who did what. They all deserve the equal freedom and peace of this new world. Those who sought to slaughter, and those who fought to flee shall all organize together in harmony.
Tanks were rolling down many hills, gliding across the land. Around, they shot out many explosions, causing bodies to fly into the air. Who are these tanks? From what side? It matters not. It was only chaos. Many men were flying about, rushing by, escaping or planning. Many people had tricked each other, for food, shelter, or weapons. Killing off the ever so helpful people. Who cares if they found out these people were murderers or tyrants, it was chaos all the same?
Paul had taken his blaster, marching about, running about, escaping his own madness, and facing the madness of others. Aside him. He bumped into some others, they understood quite well, and none were ashamed of this memory. He had tripped. Above him, a lady, going along with all of this act. Everyone enjoyed to watch.
She helped Paul up, and they looked into the sky as fire blasted about. Many skins were being burned, and many tokens were lost. Mush of grey and pink would be sprayed. Yelling was heard around, even overlapping the blast noises. Skies were being filled and tea was being served.
“You like tea?” The woman had asked, handing a cup to Paul. It was a rhetorical question, they both understood, but they continued in their social acts.
Paul took a sip of tea. “It’s a nice day, isn’t it?”
“Yes, the clouds around the void were quite nice today.”
“Soon we will join.”
“Once again? I’m getting confused with how many times we’ve entered.”
“It shall be an even more perfect world.”
“Indeed, as all of the last were.” It certainly wasn’t the first time this event would be witnessed, and the people have gotten used to the absurd mindset of recreating themselves through thought. They’ve felt the emergence, and departure in all orders. All possibilities were possible. It was a feeling only believed to have been given to Gods prior to this.
The final gunshot was given before it all went silent. People stopped firing, and began looking around, seeing the rest of the people there were staring right into the sky. The ground began glowing lighter and lighter, as more looked up. More and more white, in comparison to the giant dark hole in the sky. It remained as it was and continued on expanding, as everything was in its place at that time.
All past events led to here, this perfect world, and never did one stress over anything. Continually, the strived for improve it all, as it should be, allowing the mountains to swirl into the sky, for this once. All remember this. All shall continue to remember this.
Paul continued talking to this lady, they enjoyed recalling the past, and detailing their plans to the future. Together, they collaborated what might be an idea to put down that isn’t real. They could do all and never bother to complain. Never did they complain, nor did anyone ever complain or argue.
Over to the side of her house, across the balcony’s bay They were lifted up by an ever appearing ladder, that appeared from the floor as if it were milk. To the sky they went, to admire the view. It was an enjoyable experience, but anything would be fine.
You might be confused on where motives lie when all is fine, but you see, there’s always desire, and ideas propping up. To deny that freedom would diminish existence, which would be a problem for all.
Down the stairs John marched. Step by step, going at a random pace, as he hadn’t planned how to do so. Missing a step, here he falls, but landing fine, he returns up, walking along into the next room. There, he saw the great set up of a living room. Paul’s living room, who he understood was not at home. Of course, Paul was also quite fine with John in his home.
Quite often they emerge in each other’s homes, even when the owner isn’t about. Though ownership has never been a hinderance in this world. Everyone shares everything with each other. Perhaps, you deny that such acceptance could be about, but it certainly has function, here. As without sharing, arguments can emerge on where ownership lies, and with arguments grows numbers of agreement, which splits minds even more.
Unlike aspects of art, and sport, which are simple fun hobbies within this world, as ownership of each has dissolved. It matters not who has produced what or where you’ve worked, you remain with what you desire to and change what you must. The point is clear that these things are meant to be viewed, not made, within this world.
Above the fireplace laid such work. It matters not who had created it, nor where it remain, though John thought to himself he could find a much better place to keep it, so he took the landscape off of the wall, carrying it out the door. He walked himself detailedly around the chairs and carpets.
Down the spiraling street, John walked, carrying his painting. Above him, a house. Within, a family. They had been in the middle of a meal, quite a nice social event to hold. Much starch and sodium was involved in this meal, as well as some medicinal materials. The kids at the table looked outside and greeted the man they saw walking by. He waved back, not even worried about dropping the painting.
On the hill that John walked from, the house spun around in the air. The hill was twisting over the spiraled road, switching sides and showing off elaborate designs. The people inside were quite fine, enjoying the motion as they ate.
Continuing down the road, John caught eye of a pillar in the sky. There, he saw Paul, the person he wanted to see. Fascinating it was to him to see a lady next to him. It has been years since his last girlfriend, and perhaps it is the same lady. Now, what had happened before? They just stopped interacting off of each other, losing sight. It wasn’t an issue, as they could easily meet up at any time they desired to, they just didn’t for so long.
Paul caught eye of his friend, noticing the painting. He laughed, enjoying that his friend knew of a better place for the picture. As all shall be better in the future. Things are always great now, but they shall always be better. As all know within this world.
Paul wondered to himself what the scene was on the painting. He knew for certain it was the one from his home, but yet he never bothered to recall what it was. His memories of it were vague, as it wasn’t as important to him, thus he stopped worrying at that time.
To the girl to his side, Paul looked. They were happy together, for certain. Though, it wouldn’t ever get better if they just stayed where they were, so they continued along, jumping down from the tower in the sky they were on. Onto the road they went. Into the tar they fell. Sinking in, and below.
Underneath they found themselves. Caves were about, around Paul and Trace. Insects were about, living freely as ever, never a pest to the two, greeting them as they walked along. Nowhere did it seem like it was filthy in this cave, as the insects always took the best of care of it in this world.
Where are they approaching? They are seeking a wall. A colorful wall of extraordinary beauty. They’ve seen it before, but they wish to see it once more before the world begins anew once more.
John had found his home once again, placing the painting where he thought it best, on the ceiling above his dining table. It was quite a decent place for it to be. People may not notice it as they eat at first, but it would be a welcoming sight to find. Sitting down in a chair, and looking up, John looked at it, recognizing the scene.
It was from a previous world, of previous desires. Great sorrow within. Quite a great emotion for people to bestow within themselves. As emotions are always great. They seek their emotions through these arts of the previous world, as nothing gets on their nerves in this world. All sorts of emotions can create a relaxation within these people. Including anger.
From this painting, John took himself to design his own painting, one of anger. Now, how does one conjure these emotions when living in such a peaceful world? Simply, that he has shrouded memories, they all share these disheartening memories of the former land.
Down the cave, Paul and Trace went. They found themselves at the miraculous sight. Such swirls, and independence masked in such a wall. Glows were everywhere, were it from a reflection of a pool. Though, including there were streaks of red and yellow that flew past upon this screen.
There Paul and Truce stood for hours, admiring the beauties of this art. “The world is always changing,”
“And it is always for the better,” Paul finished.
“Ups and downs are everywhere, and we all learn,”
“Art takes us, and gives us life,”
“We must live through that sadness to see such light,”
“Once we’ve learned it all, we shall move on to new worlds,”
“I loved it when we met on the battlefield, staring into the sky,”
“This is a great memorial of that,”
“You’ve always been such a strong man, seeing the best of us all,”
They sat, and relaxed, accepting how the world was. Soon the hole in the sky would come and tear everything up. It seems that the two had returned to their tower, never moving from their sight. Illusions were present, and no one seemed detached, as they knew it was how things would get better.
You may take this as a lie, you may deny that such a world can exist. Perhaps you are looking into it all and seeking a way to tear away this veil of peace. Though the only struggle here, is within yourself. Accept this nature, and you shall find more peace. Things have there ups and downs, but if you look into it, and know enough, you will see how they are getting better. Yes, better, just better. One day you will find your ideal world, and seek to have it flow through all. We all share differing opinions on this, and that is fine, but accept it all.
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