The Questions, Part One:

Questions?

What exactly are ideas?

Is it something that just comes to mind when you don't know what you wanna do when you have nothing at all, or is it more complex?

Is it what your ruler, controler, goverment, or caregiver thinks is what's best for everything inside the community and what's good for the habit they wonder in?

Is it that feeling you get in your gut that tells you to go with or get away from?

Is it the voice in your head that brings order to your existing person?

Is it the clean mind that only few people can stay away from the darkness around with evil thoughts inside it twisted mind?

Is it the same idea that multiple individuals minds have in a sudden moment of realization?

Is it what happenes when you ponder on one quite brilliant thing in quite also something you ponder on more that a single time?

Is it the opposite of that everyone president it as?

Is it even really a thought you can say is good? Is it something someone thought of before you had the chance to? Is it simpler than we think but our minds can't grasp this amazingly brilliant concept cause we think every being, every plant, everything that gravity pulls together in a large giant sphere in the middle of an endless universe that just so happens to be in the exact place it needed to have living beings, living plants, everything that exists, will ever exist, and that once did exist in the history of the most fascinating plant we stand on, that we live on, and sadly take away from with no regards of the future of this astonishing plant we call the Planet, Mother Earth, The place we all dwell upon, the ground I shall return too when I'm gone whenever that day shall happen on, the day we come to the last breath we hold in our lungs, the last beat our hearts make, the last few thoughts that come inside our brain when we leave this place and we once again become the very nothingness we were before we came to life in our mothers whom hoping that one day you'll come back to what we long for eternally to have what we fight for the most in what is in the very air you breath, the being you will be, have been, that will become, your very own effect on everything you do, will do,and have done ever since the start of that we call time in a floating sherical conglomeration of what is the single most absolutely, undoubtedly,  contaning every drop of significants through the first being to take a breath to the last one to let it's old body because the very ground I need in order to make a living on the most essential part of life in our tiny little galaxy witch is part of such a beautiful, unforgiving, and uncontanable mass of stars, planets, galaxies, and other undiscovered things in the massive universe we have dwelt on since we the first memory that pops in our head, or what every else comes to the one thing that makes you over complicate what was never complex, or you don't understand what these words mean in this particular fashion, or you underestimate everything so you don't fully complete the thoughts you think, or maybe you do get the literature, you do get what this page of non-impressive letters in such specific patters to form what we call nouns, verbs, adjectives, articals and they are all classified as words witch fill this page but words aren't only limited to a page nor are they limited to different languages or pronunciations like a person from the south will but not always say something in a different way with a think we develop over time from the others we invest our own hours, weeks, and years to do things with and enjoy the company of someone besides the voices in the unknown area inside the complex mind of one who lived through life to the end never doubting their self and always trying to stay on the better side of things instead of the worst of everything and always bitching, crying, and never having someone to help you through the fight, the great battle, and the unforgettable war between you and living between you and everyone else who are fighting by your side or the enemy in your sights trying to kill you or is it just what you think it is?

What's the point I life if we all die in the end?

What is the meaning of life, is there a all powerful being controlling everything and anyone to pilage, kill, and take everything worth taking or do I make my own decisions, without the existence of a supernatural being?

Would you go get into a program to survive and thrive on an alternative planet with other individuals or would you rather stay down on this planet and make a living without anyone, no Friends, no Family, just you alone making the most money on this planet?

Would you kill for the people you love?

What if you are already dead and you are just stuck simulation of a
non-existent world you created when you were younger?

Do people take advantage of you by taking what is rightfully yours?

Are you very quiet around unknown individuals you don't really know,or don't know at all, or are you deep in tought, or are you under the influence of booze?

What makes a being want to kill another being?

Are we murdering the next generation by destroying the very ground we stand on?

Why does religion, hate, goverments, rulers, and beings with lots of power waste the people of there community for a pointless war where unfortunate people who died in the act of combat by the hands of another individual without and regards for the families and loved ones back home when they them selfs have there own family?

If life is just a brutal balance of the positive ones and the negative ones on a disease filled, murderous carnivores, and disaster that make life harder than it should be?

Does the universe end or does it just go on forever without end onto even more galaxies and the brightest stars even to be recorded?

How long can you keep intrudes off your property and out of your home when the stock market crashes, and everyone loses it going postal tearing the town they once lived in to pieces murdering who ever stands in your way, raping whoever those twisted humans want to, killing them self for they have nothing left, but only being able to live for a few weeks or do you join the pillage with a high chance of dieing but you can get anything you need or want to become more sustainable and live longer?

What I'd addiction isn't real and what if its doing something to that helps us deal with things, relax, and just not have to deal with anything for a while?