I could play smart

I could play smart and start rambling about scientific theories, quantum physics, or other unimportant questions, like the theory of everything or string theory, or about philosophical precepts that would only bring out my most pedantic existing part. But all these questions are only fireworks for those who think they are intelligent, they are games to occupy the mind, some more difficult, others more affordable, and others less marginal.
The number or constant number of unnecessary stimuli is greater than any rational capacity that can be imagined, the information that is everything, and floods everything is a cascade so impossible to process in its entirety, that just thinking about the idea it already seems ridiculous.
We only have the power to focus an infinitesimal particle of information and process it with our senses and our mechanical-technological means at our fingertips, in addition we can never be sure if that little information that we treasure is distorted by our own perception of reality, the observer who observes, the observer who constructs reality as the subject is observed. Therefore we are always going to fall into the trap of the "me who observes" in front of aseptic data, in front of the raw reality that simply is, without any purpose.
Surely these are existential questions that were thought millennia ago, since reason gained ground to impulse, what is fascinating is the immutability of deep thought, the essences of being that do not change even when societies do, in short, the nature of man always weighs more than anything else.
As text, these lines have no value whatsoever, as ideas, they have little value, as entertainment, they have a certain value, and that becomes the reality of the current world, year 2020, in which they make us believe that we are going to die for a virus, in which absolutely unjust laws are imposed on us in the human aspect, where in the name of public health the most insane crimes and self-crimes are committed that a society that considers itself "modern" can even consider.

To finish the text, only two reflections:
At what point did we get lost? and when will we meet?