InanimatePragmatist
There is nothing for your genetics.
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I feel empty mostly. Not angered, sad, happy or anything. I feel distance from my body but still in tight control. Auto pilot. It is pointless to like anyone, to care, to love. How can I love an ant? Tell me. Have you ever favoured or loved an ant? You still respect their existence to survive but beyond that they really just things, they can only be. It is reality. Everything I attempt to teach people, to make them see is but an unreachable variable that I have refused to chase after failing. I am a normie. I am a thing like everyone else. I pretend to keep order amongst the pointless life forms I co-exist around.
I am on the 7th dimension. You are on the 2nd, at best the 3rd. No matter how hard I try to make you see time, space, dimensions. (Purpose, reality and reason) You will never understand it's simple nature. The same way a stick figure cannot comprehend a 3d box as it's very body is 2d. That is the human mind. Most people will never ever comprehend anything serious. That is fine. We do need slaves, more pointless bricks to stack upon the never ending tower that is existential life and reality itself.
You would never believe me how simple life as a concept. As a thing itself is so simple. Yet of course. The blind will always complicate things they cannot see. I am trying to make you, a blind man see a colourful poppy. It is not a thing to happen. I can try but it will prove to be fruitless. Infertile for even a meme to be passed on by basic emotional trauma.
I am on the 7th dimension. You are on the 2nd, at best the 3rd. No matter how hard I try to make you see time, space, dimensions. (Purpose, reality and reason) You will never understand it's simple nature. The same way a stick figure cannot comprehend a 3d box as it's very body is 2d. That is the human mind. Most people will never ever comprehend anything serious. That is fine. We do need slaves, more pointless bricks to stack upon the never ending tower that is existential life and reality itself.
You would never believe me how simple life as a concept. As a thing itself is so simple. Yet of course. The blind will always complicate things they cannot see. I am trying to make you, a blind man see a colourful poppy. It is not a thing to happen. I can try but it will prove to be fruitless. Infertile for even a meme to be passed on by basic emotional trauma.
