The philosophy of life is a tricky thing.
It depends on time. Night or Day. Black or White. Dark or
Bright. The moon, stars, shadows, alone.
You can never really be sure what you think. One can be
influenced by the period. You can never really trust your
own feelings and thoughts. you can think one thing at night,
alone in bed, looking at the night, at the moon so high
above, so far away. And in the morning - poof! everything's
different. So much more convenient and all your decisions
just fly away - as if waiting for another day.
How many letters have you written and never sent? How many
poems have you written at night, and then in the morning
were too embarrassed to even look at? Thoughts are the
abyss.
Our problem probably is that we think too much.
But it is the only logical meaning within this illogical
video game, playboard set, amusement park we're in. See?
There is no such thing.

Why is night the cradle of all thoughts?

Maybe the darkness and stars are the only piece of truth
revealed to us of what's really going on, when in daylight
we are covered by a baby blue, bright, protecting blanket
which shuts our eyes to the truth of non-existence, non
importance, nothingness - a tiny, unseen, unknown speck in
the great, vast abyss we stupidly call "the universe".

Life is but a dream.

But which one is real? which one would have more danger
witheld in it?

Think of the fullness within the nothingness, and the
nothingness within the full. Eight o'clock. You sit in a
vehicle, late for work. Hours spent between walls. Sandwich,
bathroom, pen pouring routinely blue ink. Car, stain on
shirt. Bathroom. Lunch, sleep, dinner, television, homework.
Air?
All this in a tiny nothing called earth. A nothing among and
within an even more nothing, but a wholesome everything,
containing an unspeakable number of more dots, specks,
nothings.

Understanding is the most wanted, desired, difficult thing
existence requires, and that is the seed of all unhappiness.
All the abyss.

The nothingness has all so much in it.
It's a trick! I swear. Would'nt it be bloody hell boring, if
we knew the bloody hell answer to all of our bloody hell
questions?

The game:  NO RULES. There really aren't.
Because, well, first of all - YOU have to decide if the
rules you see are really true. Do they apply to you? It's
really all a fantasy, I'm telling you. The judge in the
court will really smile to you if you stick out your tongue
at him - don't you see? He'll just take the winning ticket
out of his pocket and say: You believed - so you you've won.
Extra points for you, deary!
Next screen....

Aren't they the happy ones?
The ones who've turned down the rules. The ones in straight
jackets. Running around the hallways. They've chosen the
world they want - all world full of certainty, and
uncertainty - yet, matching.

Suddenly now, you snap your fingers and wake up from this
dream which you're reading, writing, feeling and lift up
your head, shake your head a little - and you feel your
blood. It's flowing. God damn it - you do exist. Shit!
You've come back to reality and now you have to feel bad.

Breathe.

It's all things that happen at 2:00 p.m. - you know?

It's all things that happen at 2:00 p.m. - you know?