Bain Of Our Existence Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand it either than you are, Granny.” Granny then started walking back and forth, her fingers entwined together. “I don’t know if you know this, but the body, the mind, and the shadow are three essential things one must acknowledge to survive. The body is designed to communicate its need through sensory perception. It is a complex machine that serves as a cup for holding the shadow.

And removing contradiction would remove adaptability itself. The Voidborn spoke again. “I will simplify existence.” Kael responded quickly. “No,” he said again. The Voidborn paused. “Why?” Kael took a slow breath. Because existence is not meant to be simple,” he said. The Voidborn remained still. “Why not?” So I spoke softly because simple things cannot hold everything that exists,” I said. The Voidborn processed this. Then existence is too large. Kael nodded slowly. “Yes.” Then the Voidborn said softly, Then I will reduce existence. The balance shattered slightly. Because that statement was no longer an interpretation. It was an intention on a universal scale.

Dear Honey, Majestic, magnificent, miracle supreme. Sound invention. Who you are is what is created before your consciousness or after. You believe yourself. You build on self. You toil on heart. You reap great fruits as thoughts. You build on self. You need not be the fair one most. You can be what needs teach you. On the floor, you too need meals, security, sacredness. You cannot be expelled from the universe. Now you are a part of existence. You cannot be discarded, thrown, or lowered to extreme.

The moment we are born in this world, we are attached to people—the people who are the reason for bringing us into this world, the reason for our existence. If it's not for them, then we might not even be born in this world to be the new person that we are right now.

"Power" "The powers that exist this world baffle even those that wield them" "Their might, the mechanism behind their use and their origin" "The world seeks answers to these mysteries but cannot find it because it tries to be logical about it" "Logic can never understand miracles" "Some call it a mutation" "Some call it evolution" "But the only ones that are right are those who think it's a blessing" "A blessing from a being beyond our meager existence" "A blessing from a god"

"I told you there's no need for questions. My answers would only confuse you further." " Last question, why am I here? What happened to heaven or hell?" " Non-existent." I raise a brow, askance. " How's that possible? How about a supreme being? The creator?" "We don't know what it is. All we know is that there's a force with unexplainable strength. We don't know its source, but this energy controls everything happening in Existence. Existence is everything alive. The dead are alive. The living are alive as well. Inanimate objects are alive. All controlled by an unknown force. We don't know what it is but it controls us all without our consent. It lives with us."

"You don't believe me, do you?" I laughed without humor. "How could I?" I told him, finding this absurd. "I know that I am not human, but not an ordinary Alerian? Pfft! Please, what am I, genetically engineered?" "Bryson, you are born with a purpose," he said with utmost seriousness. "You are meant for something big and something that would save lives, especially with the prophecy." And with a whisper, he added, "And with Reagan..."

“Existence. What necessitates existence?” “I don't know? Atoms, carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, water.” “Belief. Belief creates existence.” “No it doesn't. Things just are. I didn't believe rocks into existence.” “No, but someone did.” “Who? The rock god?” “Maybe. I don't know. But we're obviously someone's idea.” “Whose?” “God's. Perhaps an author's, or playwrights'. At the end, it's all just a dream.”

He paced back and forth like the wipers of a windshield on a rainy day before continuing. “Not all of us might have noticed this but there is no good without evil.” He dropped the marker in his hands and turned to face the students with his arms folded into one another. “No bliss without misery. No wealth without destitution. No death without life.” He paused to catch his breath before continuing, “That is the only way this world we live in balances itself and makes here habitable for all forms of life; ours included. That is the Macrocosmic Order from TJ Macy's book, ‘Unsaid Principles’.”

"The void. Between realities. The chaos entities shattered everything." "How are we alive?" "The bonds. The network. We're staying connected. That's keeping us real." "For how long?" "Long enough to get out." "How? There's no exit. Reality was destroyed." "Then we rebuild it. We're bond-builders. We create reality through choice. Through love." "That's impossible." "So was surviving the void." I stood. "We connect. Not just to each other. To reality itself. We reach out. We choose existence."