2019-11-11 at 3:20 PM UTC
Nothing in the world makes sense. The world itself, our universe, our existence: does not make sense. We play games to try and forget, try and leave the truth behind: All that we know, all that we love and hate, everything we see, every person, every country, every planet, every star, all of it will die. All of it will leave. Some of it will die before our very eyes, yet the majority will witness our deaths ... And will non-chalantly continue to exist before it's own demise.
Some fear it, some crave it, yet others don't give a damn. And it doesn't matter which stance you take. It doesn't matter who you are, a soldier, a skilled gamer, a pornstar digesting the two liters of spunk you swallowed on stage today, Tronald Dump, an old senile Doomer, a baby affected by leukemia, a gopnik, a Kamasutra professor ...
You won't escape time. And when, finally, the last star dies, when the last light is extinguished, when the last atom degrades ... Then time itself will cease to exist, as well. What's the point? ... I don't think we'll ever get it. Chances are there isn't one. But do we need it? Will it help us to understand the purpose, seeing as we won't be able to change it? Do you really want to understand how and why you'll die, knowing that you still won't be able to do anything about it?
2019-11-11 at 3:53 PM UTC
Grylls
Cum Looking Faggot
[abrade this vocal tread-softly]
you should kill yourself and see what happens
2019-11-11 at 5:48 PM UTC
It strange how theres equal evidence for & against intelligent design...
