Miracles?

I have seen some things happen in my life, which shake me up.

Like someone showing me clear signs of what to do next, and where to go. And off I went, and found I was being awaited, and without me things were incomplete.

Someone remembering me, and I saw their names in everything I interacted with. And then I found out they did remember with all their heart.

Things went wrong, and haywired with no hope of repair. Only to reveal a greater purpose unfolding. And reminding me of the delusion of right and wrong. Of transitory nature of manifestation.

I wished from my heart if this could happen, and it happened in such way perfect way.

If the feeling is strong enough to be painful and take you to the extent of insanity, it carries the power to get what you want - both good or bad, whatever, the universe doesn't care.

Quantum connections

How do I know how you feel? Why do I know what you feel?

Universe is such a piece of shit. Illusory are its spatial distances.

Seemingly distant things in space are so near.

And near things so far apart.

Things synchronize, synthesize according to a grand plan. Or they just blow off at the last moment. Why?

Probably noone will understand, what I am trying to say.

These particles or strings or waves for all that matters about matter are playing havoc with me.

Hidden Reality

We can not know beyond Heisenberg uncertainty limit, the certainty of either the velocity or position of a particle during measurement. The reality closes doors right there for further investigation.

Further the very act of measurement participates in precipitating the velocity, position, and spin attributes of the particle which is otherwise a wave with a probability distribution extending all over the universe.

Thus we never know if particles have definite values for velocity and position, before we actually measure them. And any act of measuring would interfere with the measurement itself.

God's way of saying no tresspassing in my domain?

Everything is a game?

Is everything in life some sort of game?

My everyday job. When I was asked what is your game plan to climb up? I had no answer. Struck by the observation that work is reduced to, looked at, valued by my game. Is work just this?

Seduction, a profound game. Who wouldn't accept this? History is filled by Casanovas. And tales of seduction.

Business. All these millionaire, billionaire folks talk in terms of game. Who is playing low ball, hard ball, soft ball? What is the next move?

Politics, the game of all games. As filthy and mean as it can get in any game.

Wars, the glorified, real, barbaric games.

A lion chasing a deer, becomes fight for survival game.

We play game all the time, even if we don't want to. Consciously forced to. Unconsciously programmed to.

Is living just playing game? Where does it originate? In our playful thoughts?