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THIS is NOT mine, its from @l'absent on saSU:
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The human brain is a failed experiment of nature, a lump of damp flesh that believes itself to be a deity. A malfunctioning device, a system error that, instead of executing simple biological commands, has convinced itself that it is something more—that it has a soul, a purpose, a value. The truth? You are nothing but a chemical accident, a cluster of nerve cells obsessed with its own reflection, a parasite desperately trying to forget its insignificance while the universe grinds it down without even noticing.
But don't worry, you'll never suffer enough to truly understand it. Because your brain is a perfect magician, a cheap illusionist trapping you in a mediocre script without ever showing you the empty audience. It will make you believe you have goals, ambitions, passions, and when the weight of absurdity starts to sink in, when a crack appears in the facade, it will already be there to stitch it back together with fresh lies. It will throw you into the arms of love, career, family, hope—any placebo strong enough to distract you from the fact that you are nothing more than a frightened ape on a rock floating through nothingness.
And the most pathetic part? You like it. You like believing you are special, that you have a destiny, that you matter. You like looking in the mirror and thinking there is something unique about your existence. But the reality is that you are nothing more than a pawn in a game that no one is playing. Your body is programmed to endure, to seek meaning everywhere because if you truly saw the void for what it is, you would stop moving, stop speaking, stop existing. Your brain cannot allow that. It does not want the truth. It only wants to keep you functional, like a machine that must never realize it is broken.
And even if, for a single moment, just one, you managed to see beyond the curtain—if you realized that every emotion is merely the result of a chemical reaction, that your love, your pain, your fear are nothing more than electrical impulses with no real meaning—do you know what would happen? Your brain would pull you back. It would tell you to be strong, to look ahead, to believe that there is still something worth living for. It would drag you back into illusion, into deception, into the gilded cage you call existence.
And you will let it. Because nothingness is unbearable, but the lie is comforting.
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The human brain is a failed experiment of nature, a lump of damp flesh that believes itself to be a deity. A malfunctioning device, a system error that, instead of executing simple biological commands, has convinced itself that it is something more—that it has a soul, a purpose, a value. The truth? You are nothing but a chemical accident, a cluster of nerve cells obsessed with its own reflection, a parasite desperately trying to forget its insignificance while the universe grinds it down without even noticing.
But don't worry, you'll never suffer enough to truly understand it. Because your brain is a perfect magician, a cheap illusionist trapping you in a mediocre script without ever showing you the empty audience. It will make you believe you have goals, ambitions, passions, and when the weight of absurdity starts to sink in, when a crack appears in the facade, it will already be there to stitch it back together with fresh lies. It will throw you into the arms of love, career, family, hope—any placebo strong enough to distract you from the fact that you are nothing more than a frightened ape on a rock floating through nothingness.
And the most pathetic part? You like it. You like believing you are special, that you have a destiny, that you matter. You like looking in the mirror and thinking there is something unique about your existence. But the reality is that you are nothing more than a pawn in a game that no one is playing. Your body is programmed to endure, to seek meaning everywhere because if you truly saw the void for what it is, you would stop moving, stop speaking, stop existing. Your brain cannot allow that. It does not want the truth. It only wants to keep you functional, like a machine that must never realize it is broken.
And even if, for a single moment, just one, you managed to see beyond the curtain—if you realized that every emotion is merely the result of a chemical reaction, that your love, your pain, your fear are nothing more than electrical impulses with no real meaning—do you know what would happen? Your brain would pull you back. It would tell you to be strong, to look ahead, to believe that there is still something worth living for. It would drag you back into illusion, into deception, into the gilded cage you call existence.
And you will let it. Because nothingness is unbearable, but the lie is comforting.
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