the buddha was right about this niggardly plane of existence  even if things are going comparatively well for you, you still have to face the pain and eventually death, sooner or later. there is never 100 percent satisfaction in this mortal coil called life. it is cocknball torture until you die slowly in agonizing pain and despair. unfinished you wither away. even the rich fools of this world chasing quasi immortality will find out living forever in dumpster fire is a self inflicted hell. there is a reason they call it the mundane world, because it ain't about shit. it is stupid trifling bullshit, chasing pleasure, avoiding pain. there is no end to it. i mean, think about it logically. if it is absurd and ultimately fleeting, it cannot be of much value. i've always wondered why people avoided me like the plague, insisting i was some kind of weirdo or freak and i think it is because i make them uncomfortable by my autistic fixation on the meaning of what at least on the surface without an experiential agent is completely fucking meaningless. needless to say, they didn't share my bewilderment that anything exists at all. i like to call it the one free miracle, the only thing that might suggest something like god might exist due to the fact that s()yence can only answer questions of how and not why. the bush freaked out moses and said "i am god, nigger."
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