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Theory of Everything


#Void is infinite and omnipresent. We are the packing and scatterings within the void, where the reality is produced as a sensory centripetal impulse establishing the  trajectory of graphical, olfactory modality, thought and sensual representation in us by the different packing and scattering of atom in the void that compose the object. 

#We are the composed molecular structure of atoms shaped and patterned into a unique style; we are replicas and continuation. The original is still in the void. However, the original is fictional.

#Thought is a nuclear reaction, a process in which either two nuclei or a nucleus of an atom with a subatomic particle like a proton, neutron, or high energy charge from outside the atom, collide and produce a new elements. It is an endless process of energy creation and the charge of this energy is highly transferable to other atoms existing outside the particular structure of atomic design. The thought travels through a channel of language. 

# I exist in your thoughts, or rather, I become your thoughts

#universe existed even before the so called theory of big bang. Universe is omnipresent. Universe is a void.

#I don't believe in the Big Bang Theory. A Stupid BB theory cannot create this omnipresent, mighty and mysterious thing called universe. It has no beginning, no middle and no end. It is not even growing or spreading anywhere. 

#Man will never find the God Particle ever in his scientific endeavour. LHC experiment to find God Particle will be in vain. 

#What I know is that I am the continuation of the Other and in all three derivations of time I will be the continuation. 

#And I believe “there is one great truth on this planet: whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it's because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It's your mission on earth.” 
And, "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."



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