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Sep 2017
I believe that tomorrow, we will all die.
Flaming hail will burn down everything we love,
our schools, our homes, our friends,
the hospitals with old women with cancer and young men with broken bones.
Everything we know and love is going to be destroyed sooner or later, and there is nothing we can do to stop it. Nothing.
We are a quark, in a proton, in a hydrogen atom in a water molecule in an endless, finite sea.
Nothing that he or she, you or me will ever do will matter.
We are blowing through the winds of time,
like dust.
Just as we were once.
Just as we will be.
We are all trapped underground, knowing only darkness all our lives.
We will never see the even a fraction of the light that exists, because it all runs from zero to infinity.
I believe we are all blind, trapped, stupid little creatures,
who scream at the walls of their cage they call existence.
I believe we are cruel, pathetic, beautiful little specks,
who are taught that they are pure, and strong and proud.
I believe mankind is plagued by it's own nature,
self-imposing an endless series of limitations, if only not to be alone.
We call this prison our identity, and we will **** before we are free.
I believe humans are the greatest hypocrites of all time,
a pure and unfettered arrogance across them all.
I believe that the world is no better or worse than it was when we arrived.
It is all just the same, a blend of good and evil that is indescribable.
I believe that to believe in God is a blind man dreaming color,
and if he ever sees the light he will gouge his eyes again.
It is better to see a God who is just than one who is indifferent,
who recognizes your meaninglessness.
I believe that everything I've just said is wrong, because I only know that I know nothing.
And maybe that's wrong too.
Maybe I know everything, and everyone else is wrong, and human understanding truly does reach God.
But then again, what are the odds of that?
Either way, let's make the most of the moment we have on this ugly, beautiful rock.
The Dybbuk
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     - JP DeVille, Madeon, Slur pee and rose
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