Just getting some thoughts over with....
Does anyone know how it feels to realize that a person that cares a lot about you is willing to let themselves die in front of you? What if a sharp projectile came out of nowhere, and they were able to react and take it through their heart before it got to you. And you didn't even care about that person at all....
Would you be saturated with guilt? Would you feel horrified because you realize that the same person you thought was insignificant, but still cared about you, makes you feel more like a mortal? Would it remind you that despite how much you think you're superior to them, the thing that makes you the same is the internal ticking of your hearts?
The moment as the object slowly pierces their skin, and the blood dripping on your face....will you be traumatized? Or will you laugh manically to hide the madness as you realize that it could have been you?
Do you think you could bear having a guilty conscience? Not conscious, conscience, a sense of right and wrong....will you feel tempted to kill, just because the guilt invariably makes itself apparent in your misguided cause, and that you can't feel any better but to kill, kill, kill, kill.
Or how about a butterfly, does one even speculate, breathe, or try to experience the fragility of such a small organism compared to us? To see it fly freely, to see its wings sift through the air. To see it on the palm on your hand, to feel it's life on your hand...to feel the weight of it, to know that you have the choice to let it rest and go its separate way, or to crush it, feeling the goo slowly crawling on your skin.
Gone. Dead. Useless Waste of Space. Now it has to be cleaned up. Do you believe that because you killed it, suddenly, you're the judge of what should be alive or dead? But as the same time, you're just as susceptible as that same butterfly being crushed by a greater force.
All the things you've done in your life, the people who still give a shit about your life, and you constantly ignore them and take them for granted. Does one really speculate about this? Are people afraid of analyzing this possibility?
Every breath you take, every move you make, something or some phenomenon is preventing you from dying because it is busy making a collision with something else. Nothing but hatred, constantly being diluted with pretentious acts of genuine peace and acceptance.
But there can never be genuine peace that lasts forever, without the blemishes of others who were prone to sin being tempted to degrade the purity of another. To see a white piece of paper, that represents purity, being stained with black ink.
It demands to be degraded. One dot of black ink, and it is already soaked, and once the ink dries up, that part becomes deformed as tiny particles fuse into an alternate shape that cannot be plain and flat (to the human eye).
It is already to late to try and be purified, it is already too late because the temptation, the blemish, will sustain itself into your conscience.
Echoes of desires to demand more of this darkness, this black ink, to stain this purity. Purity demands it, it demands that it's soul be sent into the abyss, to where its hue, its existence, does not exist anymore to the what can be seen, even hidden from what cannot be seen.
To be alone, and yet, be content as this soul sets out on its journey in enlightenment. Everyone, all of the people they have interacted, are forgotten, they are nothing more than just a luxury to exhibit ones flaws. Vessels to project that mortality of said being, instead of seeing who the vessels really are.
Instead of focusing on getting everyone to like them, they love those who hate them, who want to see them dead so that their lives can be easier, knowing that the death of a person will not make a significant impact to the world overall. It isn't enough to change the status quo, unless said person, supposedly was significant in changing the lives of many.
But even if said person died, have they really made that much of a difference to these people? Or were they so persuaded by their words, that they thought it was a monumental force that they felt obliged to instil into their mind?
It's not as if that person was a necessary component to live and survive, it's only because they felt that the intention that they were important is their pathetic reason to care about that person's existence that is now eradicated. As Mother Nature absorbs them.
Are they human? Do they deserve to be called a human? Do they have a soul, are they soulless because they love it when they see one human die off one kill at a time?
Does it matter, is it when a person is near their death, that they truly know who they are? Even a person who is the most intelligent, strongest, and powerful person in this planet, they won't live forever.
People bitch about corporations as if it's just one person controlling or fucking up one part of the economy or behaviors of many people. It's not as if they are going to live forever....the only thing that will live on is their selfish intentions of hoping that the goals that they couldn't accomplish will be achieved through the next of kin.
But really, does the next of kin deserve to be pressured into conforming into previous ideals? Are they forced to make their ideals their ideals....their dreams their dreams?
They never asked to be alive, but if they speculated about it, it's suddenly taboo. You're suddenly deemed as a living piece of shit because you're exposed to the same fragility as a butterfly.
But it's because they are focused in getting their intentions and wishes passed on to the next of kin, not having hindsight, only experiencing the moment in the present instead of just as it develops into their brain or after it develops into their brain.
To pass on their genes is to not guarantee that the child will be able to live our THEIR dreams instead of their PARENT'S. So now they are a slave of the ego that could not meet an agreement with parts of itself.
It continues to be that "demon," with its wings spread wide open, waiting for the naive child, seeking comfort, and trapping it with false intentions to console the child.
As its wings get closer and closer to the child, and blinds them from reality, all they see are the feathers that has made them feel alive, pure, content, relaxed, free.
But what if they were on their own? To be compared to billions in this planet, to be nothing more than an existence that can only exist if conscious effort was made to acknowledge its pathetic show of incompetence.......
LMAO...this is fucking digusting, but it can't be helped....no matter what we do, we cannot escape this. It's only until we see a person die, that we suddenly rationalize why they had to die....belief systems start coming, full force, to make the one contemplating feel somewhat better.
This pathetic rationalization that involves repression of a catalyst that should be used to help them not expose their attacks that would be futile in achieving whatever triumph it is trying to feel.
Isn't humanity so amazing? We're so small, and yet we can make people our own universe.....HAHAHAHAHAA FAILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...........
Is it wrong to think about this? OF COURSE NOT! It's only those who are afraid, who are so weak to be afraid about these observations. They are afraid, they are afraid, not matter how much fear they try to suppress, you can't do anything about it! You are not the judge of establishing balance of worlds, and worlds of other worlds, and worlds of universes, and universes of worlds, and so on.
No human being can comprehend all of the responsibilities that comes with hypocrisy. How can they live like that without having a horrible conscience in their mind?
No matter how pure you think you are, not matter how much you make yourself like a saint, you're only conforming to the rules of society, or whatever force that entices others to regress into a state of ignorance that is supposed to be "proper" and "civilized."
It's only when these forces die off, that people will find that someone will replace their roles, and may change the ideology that will always breed ignorance because it is not ideal, it never meets the ideal. It is only a combination that others can comply with. It never meets their ideals, it's only ideals clashed together that do nothing more then force others to pick sides.
It was good typing this out. I'm not ashamed of what I thought just now, I just let it go. I have no regrets, because to worry about what goes inside my head, just a part of what it really is, is accepting who I am, and what I think. Several facades that make a person feel at ease, just enough until their dead, is when one can finally live like who they want to be.
Good night everyone, have pleasant dreams.
This is the same mentality that has helped me dream more and more, and care less about others in waking life.
The only thing we do know, is that we're wrong. Everything we think is a fact WILL ALWAYS change. To assume that we're a certain species, or to assume that we're not a species of something, is only because we're believing people and magistrates that supposedly have credibility for us to eat the lies they are feeding us.
We are all wrong, what we were taught was wrong, if it was so right, then why must it be updated when something else that makes sense dominants it? It's because we're wrong. Do we deserve dying knowing that we're wrong?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA so pathetic this world is.
And it's not even being worried, or complaining how one's life suck. It's about just forgetting those desires that we seem to be a problem, and seeing what is really a reality, to go beyond what your ego, superego, and id blocks from revealing to you. That small scope that becomes the "eye," the same "angel" that is supposed to protect you from being exposed from phenomenons that are too much for a human being to comprehend without getting their brains fried. How amazing that we think we're so grand, and yet so weak.
We' so easy to be killed off if enough force is applied to something that has the potential to pierce your pathetic body that you have to conform with.
Incompetence, what a pathetic show of incompetence. We all deserve to forgiven for at least attempting to be self-righteous hypocrites.
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