We're all our own cancer.

Our contemporary conception of what we believe to be infinity.
A temporary tranquilizer for reality.

Soon, you will all learn what it really means to be free
And no, I'm not kidding.
This isn't a test.
This isn't a joke.
This is real and what's really starting to bother me
Is the consistency in our illusion to see what we think we need.
We don't need anything.
You don't need anything.
Want. The destruction of our race.
Of ourselves.

No, I don't think anyone is insane.

Insanity. Insanity. Insanity.
If you're crazy then I'm crazy.
We're all headed for the same thing.
So wouldn't that make all of us crazy?
Just repeating. and repeating. and repeating. and repeating. and repeating. and repeating.
Infinity is it's own paradox if you think about it, because it can never be reached.

So is thought.
Or at least thinking of certain thoughts.
If I'm not thinking right now.
If I wasn't thinking right now.
Would I still be a thought?
Would you still be a thought?
Would any of this make any sense at all?

Wouldn't everything make sense?

If nothing, then everything.
If everything, then nothing.

If we all have to tell ourselves that we are alive,
what are we going to say to ourselves when we are dead?

Death is nothing.
Life is everything.


Do you believe in god?
What is god?
If you're first reaction is...
"god is everything."

then shouldn't you stop thinking about god and start thinking more about everything, or nothing.

If god is everything then the bible and the church would mean nothing and the most god worshiping thing you could do would be to listen to instinct.
Listen to yourself. You are everything.

If god is everything, then you are god.


Don't think about these things.
Ever.

We're all our own cancer.


I could rant on about nothing, but it could mean everything.

Here I am.
Empty, transient and exanimate.
Is this really enlightenment?