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Sunday, January 14, 2024

minus a day

there's a scratching from the back of your head. 

something other than the simple kneading claws of a pouncing cougar invites within you the revelation that it's all a dream; 

you're lucid in a coma far beyond the realms of life and death where the final quantum waves disperse from your suffocating brain, 

spreading out in time like an endlessly percolating field within which you frolic 

for an ever receding eternity 

minus a day

and then all the way back again

painting the marbled stars 

in your own streaks of light.  

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The world is meaningless,

there is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose.
All meaning is man-made, so make your own, and make it well.
Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die.
Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself.
Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, love, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.
Do not let your life and your values and your actions slip easily into any mold, other that that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself".
Do not give in to hope.
Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that with which you imbue it.
Whatever you do, do it for its own sake.
When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!".
Rembember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.
The world may be empty of meaning, but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.
Live deliberately. You are free.