A Giant Jellyfish

I think

that we are all the tentacles

of a giant jellyfish.

When we die,

We don't cease to exist, we just go to the next dimension.

All of our deceased loved ones aren't really gone at all, but right next to us, on another frequency, that occasionally tries to contact us, hence, the "spirits".

I believe ghosts are remnants of strong emotions.

I must give credit to the very drunk girl who first introduced me to this idea,

Most memorable as it was strangely out of character for her to be so philosophical with or without inebriation.

She told me that ghosts are just the strong emotions of the people that have been there before; slamming the cupboards and doors in a furious rage,

filling the airspace with their anger.

And that they are most likely still alive somewhere else,

but the energy they expelled stuck, was ingrained into the space they occupied once, and I thought, "of course, if music can be recorded in the grooves of a record or a concrete road, then why wouldn't a vast outburst of energy be not recorded onto the grooves of the wood of a cupboard door?"

She made so much sense in that one non-sensical moment of hers that we shared.

And where does it all come from?

I don't think we will ever get to know.

I believe it is all compartmentalized.

We will reach the boundaries of what we are meant to know, and that is it.

We will be bounced back from the edge, kept fenced by the boundaries enforced.

And we had best make peace with this.