My Mission

I have found it. I have already been performing it, and i am pleased.


I am writing a sci fi lately, "satirical", and i find... I have llready applied my method. Again, i am pleased.

What exactly is the mission you say?

(yes you do.)

It is to inform you how futile it all is, how pointless. There is no "meaning of life".

Not even reproduction. Not even survival. Not even life itself.


Here's why:

Meaning: Word, human, maybe 50 000 years ago.

Of: Word, human.

Life: Word, human.

There you go. Bubble popped, and that right in your dreamy little face. There is no "meaning". Universe existed before "meaning". There's none. It's. Thats all. It's.

Thats what you're to, you're. Thats what you always will be untill you aren't.

Thats your "meaning".

Thats what you work for, sleep for, laugh form, just to pass by. Then nothing. You wont even know that you die, thats the definition of death. There is no "conciousness" death.

Why?

Conciousness: Word, human.

Just forget it.

Accept it.

And NOW that we know, why all the seriousness?

I say funk everything out, no politicians, everybody naked, i dunno, legalize public cannibalism, have fun! Fuck people while walking around and browsing the store, or something.

Next time we will discuss intelligence, how it developed by an unfortunate accident, and how religion is an even more unfortunate result of such.

We will also look into how the universe as of now, and all its matter, including you and me, are still the "big bang" since "time" simply is that movement of energy, and that the energy itself has always remained the exact same entity, only w a different density.

Somehow.

Well...

Sucks for us that the universe existed before our brains did.

Who says our brains are JUST capable enough to grasp the universe?

You?

The professor? :D

:)