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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Much Ado About Nothing.

I don't know what is wrong with us;
To some, it's but dramatic fuss,
I don't get what they gain from screams,
Breaking seams,
And picking teams.

I don't know what is wrong with us;
The sour words,
And judging herds,
Cause as far as I can see,
If you think like that,
You're worse than me.

Words of malice,
Behind a good ones back,
Can't you see?
You are the cause of what they lack.

Misunderstanding,
Seems to be so common in this age;
And instead of consolidation,
Feeling rage is all the rage.

I think you enjoy being caught up in your cage,
Because you sure make much ado about nothing.
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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.