I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody. I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing. Walk hand in hand into extinction. One last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

Oh yeah! Been that way since one monkey looked at the sun and told the other monkey, "He said for you to give me your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ share." People... so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ frail they'd rather put a coin in the wishing well than buy dinner. The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel, well, that's what the preacher sells, same as a shrink. See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion. Then he tells you it's a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ virtue. Always a buck to be had doing that, and it's such a desperate sense of entitlement, isn't it?

Every corpse in life was sure that it was something more than a bunch of needs, the useless work of a tired mind, a clash of desire and ignorance.


In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So Death created time to grow the things that it would kill. And you are reborn, but into the same life that you've always been born into. I mean, how many times have we had this conversation, detectives? Well, who knows? When you can't remember your lives, you can't change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You're trapped by that nightmare you keep waking up into.


And you never thought about what you have achieved in life? About what you could do, huh? We are told that we can be whatever we want. Musicians, sportsmen, actors ... we all will succeed. But no, it's not true. We live an ordinary life. We do what others tell us. From day to day. Everyone thinks that they have the freedom of choice, but, damn, we are constantly carrying out someone's instructions, orders. So it goes. We do not have our own life. Only their lives. And we think that we are free to choose ... but this is a lie. Illusion.