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The universe is under no obligation to make sense to you.
“The bad moments always have a way of coming around again, way too soon.”
ALBERT CAMUS to MARIA CASARES
We desire meaning, and yet we cannot have it. Instead, we are bound to live a tragic existence, trying to make sense of a world in which I am forced to write you six letters in a row, and receive no response. Six. Don't you understand? I desire you, and yet I cannot have you. Why does the Absurd taunt me so? Is it something I said? Seriously, you can tell me. I can no longer stand the cruel, indifferent silence of the universe. Like, just a response would be nice. Or you know what? I don't even care anymore. Don't go out with me. I'm going to die soon anyway, and life is better without meaning. That way I can never be disappointed.
There is a sense that the universe is infinite, our dissatisfaction has no limits.
“The universe is perfect the way it is. The only one who must change is you!”
When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it..
Please god you have to believe me
I searched all over the universe and found myself
I found it in her eyes...
When we look at the outside
world, we are looking at only a small part that interests us. The world we see
is not the entire universe but a limited one that the mind cares about. However, to our minds, that small world is the entire universe.
Think of how many creation myths start with murder. Kronos castrated and killed his father, Ouranos, and then Kronos cannibalized his own children until Zeus castrated and killed Kronos. In Norse mythology, Odin, Vili, and Ve killed their grandfather, the giant Ymir. So much blood flowed from his body that it flooded the universe and formed the oceans. His flesh became the land; they shaped the mountains from his bones and raised his skull up on four pillars to become the vault of Heaven. Man formed from the maggots that feasted on his corpse.
From the beginning, this world has been built by cannibals out of the corpses of their forefathers. Mors janua vitae: death is the gate of life.
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