Hello Universe.
I am You.
Talking to You.
Its kind of common knowledge now that cogitant human beings are nothing but the universe becoming aware of itself, which of course makes our dear universe to be inflicted with the ultimate case of multiple personality disorder. As Chuck Palahniuk pointed out in Fight Club, "We are all part of the same compost heap".
The reason I'm talking to you, Universe, is because my soul is in torment nowadays. The recurring nightmares were normally about teeth falling out but now it's been replaced by an orbitally challenged Earth falling into Sol. Googling did allay most of the fear but still reached a dead end concerning the rising temperature of the Sun's core. Our existence depends so much on chance and we take it all for granted. Noone has a bloody clue what we're doing here, yet plenty pretend to have all the answers when its plainly clear they're just making it all up. I mean, we're putting up this cracked facade of civility.
We are monkeys, helplessly clinging onto a rock floating spirally through space, but the pinkie should always be pointed up while having your cup o' tea.
I am You.
Talking to You.
Its kind of common knowledge now that cogitant human beings are nothing but the universe becoming aware of itself, which of course makes our dear universe to be inflicted with the ultimate case of multiple personality disorder. As Chuck Palahniuk pointed out in Fight Club, "We are all part of the same compost heap".
The reason I'm talking to you, Universe, is because my soul is in torment nowadays. The recurring nightmares were normally about teeth falling out but now it's been replaced by an orbitally challenged Earth falling into Sol. Googling did allay most of the fear but still reached a dead end concerning the rising temperature of the Sun's core. Our existence depends so much on chance and we take it all for granted. Noone has a bloody clue what we're doing here, yet plenty pretend to have all the answers when its plainly clear they're just making it all up. I mean, we're putting up this cracked facade of civility.
We are monkeys, helplessly clinging onto a rock floating spirally through space, but the pinkie should always be pointed up while having your cup o' tea.
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