Ben Caesar

I've thought a lot about suicide and near death experiences. I'm not saying I'm going to kill myself or anything. However, I've had a lot of passive thoughts about "what's the point?". I see life for what it is. We live, we procreate, we die. So the next gen can do it again. What's my purpose or point? Why bother? What do I have to live for? The near death experiences come in with me being curious about after life. If I knew I'd be okay would I just go there, would that change my mind about my purpose?

Amazing how meaningless life is. A succubus literally fucks because she's not far removed from a monkey who needs to get stuffed with monkey dick and as a result a new life is created capable of experiencing all the suffering in the world. And they don't even feel guilty, they probably think their children should be glad that they are alive.

Optimists often kill themselves when they realize they can't be optimists anymore.

Once you succeed at everything you realize the ultimate truth. Everything is useless, nothing is permanent, pleasure lasts but a second and is quickly deadened. All ambition is but chasing after the wind. No drug, no lover, no victory, no conquest, no invention, no discovery, no amount of wealth or passion could ever fill the gaping void in the center where the soul is supposed to be but isn't. All pursuits are a distraction against the inevitability of death. Even achieving the crown dream of humanity, immortality and youth eternal, is but a pitiful delay in the face of the inevitable destruction of all things.

There isn't much to see.It's a bunch of monkeys beating their chest and stabbing each other in the eyes with forks.Even mentioning how shit people are gets them angry and they start flinging shit. They get emotionally triggered over critiquing the species and attack each other with insults about "autism."This is a joke species on a joke planet. It's all about entropy.