We’re freaks living in a meaningless world! There’s nowhere to go, you fools! Monster shouted. -There is no more to find, no more to see!
-There has to be! We neeeeeeed it to be! There has to be something more than this, something that makes sense!
Nose sat there, chewing on the grass he ate yesterday. He had heard this conversation many times before, it was getting old. After a while he said: -I think it does make sense, really. The grass, the rocks. I think it’s all pretty meaningful.
-We need something to give the grass meaning! If not, there’s no meaning at all!
-Exactly! Monster said, frustrated. -There is none. Cope with it.
Nose kept chewing… (more)
Galaxy Gary stepped out of his space ship. A hostile planet it was, Phosphor volcanos made the air unbreathable, the dry landscape gave life to nothing.
He walked around. Something moved in a distance. A hideous monster came running his way, followed by several others. They made the most most horrible gurgling sounds. He got his space gun out.
They kept coming,
“I told you, nothing is unreachable!” Marshal grinned.
“We still have some blocks to climb, though,” John replied catching breath.
“Always so negative,” Marshal laughed. “We’re already…”
One of the blocks moved in a distance. It rose. Two red eyes shone towards them. A stone giant of cubic shapes, just like the blocks around them. Like the one underneath them. Another stood up. Then another. And another.
“We got to get away from here…”
Two red eyes lit on the rock in front. The ground under their feet trembled…
Deep inside, he was, and he knew he was. Milliards of cells communicating with each other, innumerable connections close to infinity, existing beyond what they were capable of understanding themselves.
Contemplating, interacting with the world.
Creating something never seen before.
Tapping his fingers on the table, he looked at the little bottles in front of him. Eeny meeny miny moe… he stopped at the biggest one. He grabbed it, walked over to the window. Watched the blue sky for a moment, took a deep breath of fresh summer air. The little tap was put tight, he had to struggle for a little while to get it off. Dark clouds came flowing out of the bottle, up towards the skies. They grew. The sky darkened…
He dreamt of long, relaxed nights, of sleeping all day. He dreamt of creating beauty. He dreamt of green forests and waterfalls. He dreamt of being free.
There was nothing but desert. Rocks and sand as long as his eyes could see. Hard work all day. Burning sun. Dry air.
He jumped up on the tank driller once again, drove up the hill… (More)