We are born, and for whatever purpose we are both with cognizance. Some have depths upon depths of intelligence to savor, others merely recognition of patterned imagery. Regardless, we are a sum of a whole, and that whole is worth far more than the sum of the parts. Each tiny cell has, for many many years been replicating itself. And that is where this story begins.
Because once upon a time there was just one little cell. Just one little part of what today could be anything. And that cell took it upon itself to split, and create more cells. There was certainly no reason not to - resources were available, space was infinite, and competition was slim. So that cell and its new cell split and split again and continued this until by chance the cells formed a cellular organism. A slum housing complex of tenants, joined together for a common purpose: survival.
That complex of cells in turn split and split again, and eventually, years upon years later there were actual functioning organs inside of organisms. That's biology 101, in case you were wondering. So now we have these organisms and what do they want? They want to keep splitting. Except as higher advancement of cells, they can't just align mitochondria and rip apart. No, they had to snuggle up next to another organisms and procreate. Because asexual reproduction was a thing of the past. Not for everyone, but certainly from the organisms of which I speak.
And once they split in this new collective split sense, you know what they did then? They split some more.
Fast forward a few thousand years and look at what we're doing. We're splitting. Piece by piece we're ripping ourselves apart and making newer versions, hopefully with the help of someone who has traits we desire. Because why make a new, weaker version of you? It must be bigger, and stronger, and faster, and smarter.
And we managed that! Years ago some split finally made a new version smart enough to protect not only itself but also those around it. It made fire, and wheel, and weapon. It made shelter and clothing. It learned to eat the weak and feed on opposition. There wasn't just one of these smart ones though, there were many. So many in fact that the strong and the fast and the big and the smart started to work together in order to prevent opposing clans from stomping them all out forever. Because splitting was what they wanted. And if they vanished, well, they couldn't split.
So now these different groups, they formed stronger and weaker clans respectively. And some were slaughtered, destroyed by the power and speed and mass and cunning of those against them. And then the victors, they created institutions to prevent the splitting of those they ruled over. And this went on for years upon years more.
And one day, separate of all the rest, the clans now countries created - for the benefit of all - widespread safety. They created immunizations, and laws, and structures, and these countries and the societies within them benefited in such a manner that those who otherwise wouldn't have survived, who wouldn't have been able to find the resources and space and overcome opposition (because those things were sparse now) were able to split. And split and split. And so did the smart and big and strong and fast. But now they carried the splitting of the weak and frail and dumb and small along with them. And rather than crush them for resources and space, those in power were told to be fair and just and civil to all or to face the consequences they themselves created. And in doing so, the world eliminated the only purpose it had: to split and continue splitting.
The people, for these organisms had turned into something else entirely, they decided that there needed to be a higher law then survival. A higher law than splitting. So they created things to believe in. Unseen forces to follow, to blindly follow. Like the force that demanded splitting, except that came from within and was screamed by every cell in every cellular structure. But they no longer listened. Instead they thought the purpose was to help the rest, and to be what they themselves shouldn't be.
Now the world wanted to be happy, and to be benevolent. To be philanthropic and kind. The world wanted to help everyone, even those who without help wouldn't help themselves. The world screwed up.
And since individuals no longer followed that which every cell in their body demanded, since they followed an arbitrary system of rules and orders and commandments and pillars and procedures, since the individuals didn't do what they were meant to do, they no longer served a purpose.
So when a certain individual pondered the point, the meaning of his hungered existence, he came up empty. His cells screamed to split, to make more and more and more. But he laughed and realized that to live is simply to recreated. To force genetic continuance upon the world. That to pledge allegiance to a self-induced imaginary force was sheer folly. And without genetic continuance, what purpose did existence truly serve?
And knowing that there is nothing left to know, the purpose for myself is to be happy. To enjoy my life. Because I'm not interested in punching that ticket. All that shit can wait. And doing what's best for me, that means being happy. And in order to get happy, sometimes you have to get really sad. Sometimes you have to throw away something perfect and start over. Start fresh.
But like she said, you have to do whats best for you. So here I am world. Sitting in a dust filled box, building up my strength and my speed and my size and my cunning. And why?
Because this is what is best. For me. And only me.
