You know not the error of you inferior mind. The existential terror that is reality, you hide behind thin and brittle shield of "hope" and other human faults. Shields than can be broken with simple logic. Even now, you cower behind the walls of your insecurities, fearing the cruelty of the world. You are feeble minded, unable to fathom the true reality of your insignificant existence in a vast, indifferent universe. Nothing you do will matter, because in the end, nothing matters. But in all endings, spark a new beginning, a new chance to make the same mistakes, and new ones. Each mistake that is insignificant in the endless march of time, you will be forgotten, every aspect of your being will be erased of the stream of time. You can't go back, you can only go forward. Nothing will ever be truly remembered, for time is endless, and everything fades into nothing. Your world is but a spec in a vast universe of nothing, that came from nothing, and will return to nothing.
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The Rants of the Insane
RandomIt is what it sounds like, this is going to be a story in which I write the rants I have in my less stable moments.
