none of this shit matters, and even if it did, it still wouldn't. everything is a distraction from the fact that we will all become worm food one day and no one really knows where it came from, pun intended, and where it goes. even though i think the world is just a living abortion i am still amazed by the fact that anything exists at all. i call it the one free miracle. the backdrop of experience upon which all the habbenings take place. s()yence can tell you the words, but not what they mean fundamentally. we know in fine detail how to generate colors that will be interpreted as such by the human eye, but not why exactly such patterns and wavelengths of light ought to produce anything at all. i am barely anything at all. in fact, i am the biggest joke of all, nothingness pretending it is something. we are all nobodies, it is just that nobody likes to admit it.
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