The blank canvas of creation

This world is like a blank canvas. This world by itself it’s meaningless. It’s up to us to give it meaning. Similar to when you look at the clouds and you see different shapes. You give meaning to the shapes you see, the shapes are not inside the clouds – are inside your head. And the battle has always been who what meaning is painting on this canvas. And, of course, now we are in the middle of a war between two teams. And the meaning is not given from this level of the game. The meanings are already set from outside of the game. We are not giving it meaning from the level of the experience itself. We are merely like musical instruments playing the meaning we have set ourselves to play here. Apparently we are born in a world where a certain kind of music is played, a certain meaning is overly stated, imposed and almost forced upon the minds and the ears of everyone here. So one of the team from outside of this game, has apparently conquered and painted all over this canvas. And it’s not up to give even a small portion of the canvas away. This team is loud and like a spoiled kid that wants it all for itself. It is singing a meaning so loud, that it is almost impossible for everyone to hear something else than that. And this player, and this team, knows this and does everything it can in order for all individuals here to listen to his song, his meaning. This player has built itself an army, a league, and populated all the canvas with it.

The war has always been which one is painting what meaning on this canvas. And the highest prize at state is the mind of the real individuals, who them themselves pour life into the meaning they hear.