Human lives are like pebbles cast into a vast pool. The waves flowing outward from the pebbles are the ripples of our works, and we call this momentary impact "permanence". How then, in our universal ocean of uncaringly turbulent change do we find enough noble purpose to continue?
Our ever-multiplying selfish genes?
Our baser motivations?
These are as empty as if your life's pebble were cast into a dark pit and are bereft of integrity; purpose.
Regardless of purpose, in our universe it certainly seems all living entities possessing an ego will eventually meet the same fate.
"To fear death, my friends, is to think ourselves wise, when we are in fact unwise. It is to think we know that which we do not know." -Socrates
So I bequeath to you, dear reader, all my fear and loneliness. Humanity's failures have caused my abdication of this yoke and mantle. I will never again participate in human foolishness. I will never work for foolish human purposes over noble, actual purpose. Until we treat our sicknesses, I will only ever advocate our destruction, for in our current form we are a blight confined (happily) to our parent Earth when we are meant to be a light to our universe. Too much is wrong with our unhappily inbred species for us to solve in our present state.
When astronomers find a celestial body's orbit brings it within close proximity to earth we all breathe in to hear tell of it in collective anticipation--as if by our expectations of annihilation alone we will be freed in an instant from our collective prison. We all pay close attention when meteorites strike because no clearer heavenly indication of displeasure can be made to us all. And yet, we live.
The universe is not so kind as to put us out of its misery. It appears we have yet to discover our purpose, which will never be clear as long as we remain so primitive in understanding. You must shoulder my burdens if you are to rise to your true callings.
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