These past months have been spent in profound reflection, I find myself ever-evolving, growing more distant from the expectations I previously held as a prophecy, yet align myself with the deviations of the day-to-day life.
I feel like the soul that wanders, like Pompey wandering amongst the Romans, I mingle with my thoughts and beliefs, resisting what I previously held as true, accepting what once I could not.
Is this not the sign of growth?
I witness myself distancing from the idea of an interventionist God, instead, I align with Voltaire and Spinoza now, this Deistic feeling encompasses my very being. A Universe in which each electron’s state could be multiple, the path integrated amongst all possible universes, yet I find myself in this now, would Feynman be proud?
Yet ostensibly, although life seems like a grand play, it feels redundant, the acts go on, yet the audience does not applaud, the simulation has not yet ended.
This photonic wave that I’m composed of is yet to be examined, perhaps, in questioning it, my state reveals itself, and my very beliefs are cemented in stone.
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