SEVEN MONTHS TO THE END OF THE WORLD

I know, I've had a lot of time to think about this. But I don't believe in the end of the world, I believe in my form of God... It wasn't supposed to be the question, after all, I assumed everyone wandered through their thoughts like me...

I asked the guy if he believed in God, and he said no. Naturally, I then asked what explanation he gave for his existence, nature, and feelings. To which he replied: And who thinks about that?

Whoever wants to, well, thoughts are there to be thought... I replied, looking up.

In my imagination, I see thoughts like bubbles floating over heads. They're not part of the body, but they're processed there. Thoughts are independent; they can come and go from heads, or stay in one for a long time. They can hide in the back of a mind or float through the air, traveling around. They multiply, divide, merge, and separate, both in the air and when processed by thinking beings.

All beings are somehow connected in a complex web of energies through which thoughts pass freely. They don't need to change form and are in all dimensions at once. Oh, and thoughts have colors, which is why some people see colors when they hear or think in words.

In humans, there can be an infinity of thoughts, to the point where all the bubbles gather in the air, being processed simultaneously, forming a dense foam that makes the person feel like they're suffocating. There's also the absence of bubbles, which is when the thoughts that were floating around in your head hide deep inside or disappear, leaving a cold, expressionless void that makes you feel the weight of a dead mind inside a living body.

That's why I'm fascinated by the idea of ​​meditation. Imagine being able to choose everything you think. Hunting thoughts, like SpongeBob hunts jellyfish. Clearing your mind and feeling lighter. It sounds fantastic to me.

I imagine people walking down the street looking like atoms, their heads like nuclei and thoughts circling them like electrons. These electrons enter and leave the nucleus, sometimes identical, sometimes mixed and different in appearance, sometimes disappearing into the back of the mind, sometimes flying off to another place. It's possible to arrive somewhere and have a thought you'd never have anywhere else, because that thought lives there or has traveled there, but not all minds have access to all thoughts.

This was my final discovery on the subject. There's something that prevents certain thoughts from approaching certain minds. And that's how I found myself without answers to my questions from the beginning.

The plot of the series is about the end of the world approaching, but it's still seven months away. A planet is colliding with Earth, and you can see the planet coming; there's no way around it. Wars end, money loses its value, borders don't exist, and laws are few. Basically, everyone can do whatever they want. I asked my friends what they'd like to do. Seven months is a long time, that's the question. It's not like asking what you would do with 24 hours to live. It's seven months, I would explode.

Literally.

In my understanding, with small problems, feeling angry is enough, a cry can help, a few screams into a pillow or underwater are always an option, as is hitting a punching bag until your arms feel numb... but no problem compares to seven months of anguish waiting for my planet to extinguish. There would be no crying, no punches, no throat that could handle my lament... In a lawless world, if I survived leaving home, I would look for a bunch of dynamite and C4 to blow something up. But maybe I would be content if I found a bunch of fireworks along the way. After the show, I would try to see some places, get some tattoos, and write my last book...

I know, I've had a lot of time to think about this. But I don't believe in the end of the world, I believe in my form of God...