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"A purpose? Oh my, I'd forgotten that mortality demands an end, a thelos if I may say so, for absolutely everything. Its the base of you, temporally-challanged beings and your "morality".
If you need to know, well, this is it.
I stopped dreaming long ago, I think that happend when my brain finished rotting, long ago. But, when I was getting exhausted of the futility of existance, I dream't of nothing. Actually, I dreamt of Nothingness. And it didn't spoke to me, but I heard the words not spoken clearly. And it was glorious in a way you wouldn't understand, trapped within that organic tissue.
The thing is, I realized that we have an unsurmountable barrier for existance. We cannot free ourselves of existance itself, as we live in a world of Being. We are slaves of existance. But Nothingness --or Unexistance, to be more precise-- is boundless, as it is exactly nothing infinitely, not expressed and, thus, limitless. It is absolute freedom to not Be a specific thing at all, to not be bound to a single shape or form... |