LONELINESS Sometimes I wonder what happens next? And the final answer is nothing. Reasons for that: Firstly, my final answer is not yours. It's hardly be applied. Secondly, I know nothing about what'll happen? Thirdly, I'm nothing. My final answer is not yours but maybe you're nothing, too. You think you can predict the future. You have an alarm clock to know exactly when you will wake up from chaos. You're good at stock or lottery or lô đề. You'd better be proud of lô đề if you're Vietnamese. Not many countries have that game, not many women and grandmas in the world know it to love it like Vietnamese gals. You can predict the ups and downs of stock, you can predict the number of the lottery that involves many. Do you know what will they be when you win or lose? Or maybe you know the destiny of most gamblers but what did you do to them when you join the common game? You can predict and act just your future. The world has un-counted billions things like stock, lottery, success, birthday presents, prizes, feelings from second to second, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... And they will have their future in the future. It's like evolution for all. Of course, to be exact, not for all. Though evolution is good, it's natural, too, it is not fair. Many will die, many will get crazy, many will become a loser. Exactly loser, not just the thing people call you. Be honest to yourself, you know that. So you can just predict some parts of billions parts of the future. If you like to be exact, don't say you can predict the future with too much random animals, things and minds in this earth and universal. It's not a problem to me if you say you can predict that shit. It's freedom. You also can have some audiences or customers with your predictions. That's good. Everybody needs audiences or customers. Because they are lonely. All of our acts are motivated by loneliness, not just by sex. Imagine the first thing in the universal is a dot. Then some explosions from that dot made lives and made us. One of my stories about the beginning: The dot - the very first thing - was so lonely. The dot tried to touch more and more, expanded its land. But there's was no land at that time, there was no other material but that dot. So the dot made some copies & and pastes from itself until it blew up, broke it own wall, threw some parts of it out then took something back through the very first interaction. Like Lỗ Tấn had said: "No way on the very first world, walkers made it". Things went on and on, copied and pasted things, be copied and pasted continuously, then here we are. The copy and paste process became more and more complex and random with uncounted parts of the game and with the own creative lives of creatures. We are from that dot but we are not exactly it's, we're just all connected with it loneliness. After all, at least, you have the engine that every scientist wishes to make: Perpetual motion. And the fuel of that is loneliness. Try to think loneliness is useful, powerful and beautiful. Oneday, you'll need no more thinking or try, you feel it. Be happy, you have loneliness, you have the motivation to search for everything to cure it. You can't live without yourself - within loneliness - but the meaning, the reason for its existance is that: You need to cure it. You have to touch the world even though it makes you lonelier 'cos you meet more and more lonely parts of it everywhere. When you're very lonely, you're back to the start of the dot, the world is nothing, every meaning fades. And you have to work to make it a thing, to pour some colors into it. That movement from you is the same as what the dot tried to do. And that makes light for this world. You can imagine the dot as an usb with continuos flashing light, datas in and out. It always happens there and here, somewhere in the sky and around you. Maybe it's not getting bigger but deeper. Lonesome darkness, lonesome light. Loneliness is nothing. Nothing is impossible. Impossible is nothing. Loneliness is impossible.