Originally...

Originally, when I started this blog, I was in the temporary throes of a short lived relapse into the nervous crazies and the blog was a neat mental exercise. The question is: Why is space and the infinite the place I go when I go crazy?
Is it because space and infinity are crazy and so going to one necessarily means going to the other? Yes. That's what it means.
The way the universe works in correlation with the human mind is that one keeps creating the other. It's an amazing loop. And when everything feels terrible, it is. And when everything feels great, it is.
Did you know that when I was sure that there were an infinite number of exact replicas of me everywhere (which made me feel bad and which I have since disproven to my own satisfaction)everything was bad? The whole infinity. It was loaded with a bunch of nervous sad me's everywhere because we were all thinking the same thing: "It doesn't matter what I do or who I love or how I feel because those infinite number of other me's are already doing it."
The concept of the parallel universe is a dangerous thing in the mind of a troubled soul.
Then, after some chai tea latte', I was able to deal with it being okay because I could strive to be the best and that would make me the best in an infinite number of parallel universes. And I would say to my infinite replica's across infinity, "Everything's fine, everybody. Just be cool." And then, an infinite high-five.
Whatever the point was of an infinite number of me doing the same things and infinite number of times left me confused as to what the point of that could be.
That where this blog came from. Trying to figure out a point to things that are irrelevant.
Like: IF there were an infinite number of me doing the exact same things an infinite number of times, what would be the point?
Anybody?
I don't need the answer because I don't believe the premise anymore.
Unless God's a weird jerk who wants those who would ponder such mysteries to believe that they are completely superfluous, redundant and useless by virtue of their infinite exact repetition... I choose not to believe that because...what would be the point of that? And IF you believe in a God of any kind (which I do), you would hope HE/SHE/IT/WE/THEY/VERB had a purpose for what God did.
You would hope.