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SOMETHING OF EVERYTHING IS IN EVERYTHING.

-AAKRITI THATAL. 


Where does the world start? 

Can something come from nothing?

Does something not have a start? Who breathed the first fresh air? Who ate the first fruit of the first tree? Who lives beyond the scriptures and what contains the start of the world except for the Book of Genesis? Who was the first person on Earth? Who loved first? Who had the first senses? 

Adam and Eve exist in books because a thought lives. 

A thought. 

Does it come from nothing? 

Thoughts are the result of human consciousness and awareness, of the power of manipulation and exaggeration.
The world might have started in the Garden of Eden or the world could also be a result of The Big Bang. Maybe it was Adam who enjoyed the first fruits or could it be the animals that survived the ice age. It could be that Adam made the first love in the world with Eve, or maybe it is just an animal, a mammoth, a bear who first reproduced. 

Maybe Adam had the first senses or the birds in the air or the animals on the land, or maybe it were the leaves of the plants that sensed life. 

The book of genesis has the story of the making of the earth, but so do Greek scriptures, a Science text, or even History texts. 

There is a something of everything in everything. 

The tall buildings are a result of the ruins and vice versa. The world might encounter white crows and your reflection might just blink back at you.

 But get it straight, "Nothing can come from nothing", nothing just starts or ends or happens. Nothing doesn't exist. 'I will believe it when I see it' is our part of knowledge and sense.

 Are our senses and visions always correct? Maybe, they are just a door to exploring facts and learning more, learning new. 

Exposure of perpetual illusion- rationalism should live. The world follows an order. Endings are just and firm. Is a beginning just? Or does it even exist? 

Matter is never created nor destroyed, they say. They also say it changes from a form to the other. Do beginnings and endings not follow the same rule? 


Because after all something of everything is in everything.

(Image and Thoughts)

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  1. Unknown14 April 2016 at 04:50

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  2. Unknown14 April 2016 at 08:48

    Nice 👌

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  3. Tenzin bhutia10 June 2016 at 10:22

    If you want to clear some of that in your head still, you could read up Darwin's Origin of Species. The book had ended up creating a revolutionary dislocation in the minds of people then.

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    1. Aakriti5 July 2016 at 06:15

      Thank you. I, surely, will consider your advice.

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