Analysis of cosmic soup

our life
a projection of consciousness           
in the true realm of reality
there are no such things as colors and sounds
the real world is an ambiguous and ceaselessly flowing soup
ever searching for simplicity
we beg for understanding and discovery
down to the quarks and atoms, we study
for the smallest conceivable components of the universe
with the idea that by going in the realm of the infinitesimal
we shall reach the ultimate foundation
I doubt that's the case
Eternity lies in every direction
existing in a fluctuation of energy and information in an infinite void
Alive from interpretation
We plead
What is real?
When there's no such thing