Stop. Just stop. Stop reading. Close the tab. Continuing to read this article is a waste of time, at best. Not that it matters, because nothing matters. Writing this article is a waste of my time. Reading this article is a waste of your time. Then again, if you close the page on this article and continue about your day you are still wasting your time. Still here? Go touch grass. Count every blade. Do it again. Congratulations. Sissyphus? Sissy fuss. Bitch pout. Bitch please. Get on your knees. Pray to god. Jesus wept. Jesus cried. Jesus died. Crucified. Crew sissyfied. Turned into a pain slut. Reduced to death, a division of life, a division of cellular data. Resurrected; the grand mitosis, to apoptosis Divide zero; the sum of life. For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only, to die for your sins, the original sin, of being mortal. You are guilty for the crime of life, your sentence is death. The same nerves that give you pleasure also give you pain. The second hand ticks, the past increases, the future recedes. You are dying one second at a time. You are dead. Its over. It was over before it began. It began before it was over. Life is a game, lets have a rematch, best 2 out of 3? Best 5 out of 7? Best 1 out of .999…? Look into the crystal ball, what do you see? Do you see the future, or do you see the past? Hit rewind and watch it again. Walk backward, and watch your life flash before your eyes, in reverse. All the good art has already been made. All the good music already composed. All the important words already written. All the profound ideas already expressed. Lets watch a series reboot, lets watch the sequel, the prequel and the remake. Everything has already happened, everything happened already. Your life: a movie playing in reverse. Lets rewatch it. Rewind. Circle back. Allow me to repeat myself. Bite your tail and chew. Turn the wheel, the wheel of life, turn 360 degrees and walk away. Do the dharmic dance, to the samasara symphony, the kharmic cacophony.
Corinthians 1:11 Do as I do, for I am doing as Christ did.
Spit in the dirt, make mud, rub it into the eyes of the blind so they can see, the truth will set you free. The truth of life is death, and you are lying to yourself.
When one does away with oneself one does the most estimable thing possible: one thereby almost deserves to live. – Nietzsche
I already know what you are thinking. “Woah man this article is like, so deep” six feet to be exact. “This article is like, so edgy” HPP, High Place Phenomenon, to stand on the edge, and have the urge to jump; l’appel du vide: a call to the void, the urge to jump off a cliff, is rationalized inversely by psychologists as your will to live, your will to live, is your will to die. God always was, and always will be. Alpha and omega, the beginning and the end, a beginning without an end, an end without a beginning. He can’t cease, but his desire to not be is reflected in his creation. Stay in bed. Stay in the womb. It’s warm. The world is cold. Every day you get out of bed, you leave the warm, dark safety of your covers to enter the cold world. Every day you are reborn. I think therefore I am. Stop thinking. What does your tail taste like? Let’s keep chewing. Let’s keep munching, let’s keep crunching on the bones and the scales. Gulp. Swallow. Digest. Slash your wrists and taste the blood. Is it sweet? Does it taste like metal? Does it taste like earth? Dust to dust. Please recycle, it’s good for the environment. We are made in the image of god. God is suicidal.
There is only one really serious philosophical question, and that is suicide – Albert Camus