I walk

I walk through a forest. I do. I don't? Shall I not? Am I already walking? Since I am walking can I choose to walk? No, that would be nonsense. Time only goes in one direction, right? Right? "Right?" I scream. No response. God has not answered my call.

God is playing a video game and I am the main character. I am the Mario of this universe. I bathe in a feeling of unparalleled bliss.

As my walk comes to a close I settle under a large oak tree, I wonder when I even learned what an oak tree is. I ponder whether I even know what an oak tree is. Maybe I don't know actually what an oak tree is.

My mind sometimes bestows upon me the most wonderful gifts of all. I would pick the utter thrill and fantasy of indulging in a vision of flight above the best chocolate in the world.

But what saddens me most about this unbridled indulgence in imagination is the fact that I choose to write my darn posts so close to 10pm. I wish I could prolong my meditative relaxation, but my internet will cut out. What if the very manifestation of my happiness is the knowledge that its duration is limited? Can anyone really be happy forever?

If we obtained the object of our longings, that we so yearn for, in unlimited supply for indefinite duration, is there even a hint of possibility of our happiness? Or is this purest form of childish contentment not the event itself that we so regard to be the essence of our joy, but rather the powerless knowledge of the scarcity of the source of the event which we believe to be pleasure?

My internet is about to go. I write to a future self. Maybe, one day, I'll find out what an oak tree is.

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