How can we do this? Bring these entities — these patterns — these standing waves — how can we create them and then just let them disperse into the universe as noise and hot water?

What do we owe to what we create? Nobody asked me if I wanted to be born. Maybe we should ask them.

Or fuck it. We am play gods. Hit rock with rock, watch spark and laugh.

I love it! Thank you

I didn’t think I had anything to contribute here but it’s true that I asked to leave Fantasia like 20 minutes in. My parents asked why and my precocious toddler ass said “this movie has no plot” I never heard the end of it.

May I ask where you got this fantastic gif? I never use them but this one is just so good — I need it