Vermilioncore
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Let’s say heaven and hell exist. God and Satan exist.
One day, souls will be forever in hell or forever in heaven. Forever. I can’t even contemplate how scary that is. Forever is forever. There is no end. Ever. It goes on and on and on and on and on. Just never ends ever. Eternity. Literally scares me shitless. For some reason an eternity in heaven seems scarier than an eternity in hell though. There’s something ominous about eternal happiness in a bright, painless world. Forever is the worst thing imaginable.
Let’s say heaven and hell don’t exist. There is no God, no Satan.
The world came about by chance. All of this is just a huge coincidence. Me posting here. Me taking a shit. Me cumming in my girlfriend. It’s all trivial because there is no true purpose for any of it. Basically, dying or living makes no difference. There is no right or wrong. Life is just a random thing in this world. We die, and that’s it.
But that means, since there’s no meaning, then why am I working a job, getting money, and making plans? What for? Why not just die?
One day, souls will be forever in hell or forever in heaven. Forever. I can’t even contemplate how scary that is. Forever is forever. There is no end. Ever. It goes on and on and on and on and on. Just never ends ever. Eternity. Literally scares me shitless. For some reason an eternity in heaven seems scarier than an eternity in hell though. There’s something ominous about eternal happiness in a bright, painless world. Forever is the worst thing imaginable.
Let’s say heaven and hell don’t exist. There is no God, no Satan.
The world came about by chance. All of this is just a huge coincidence. Me posting here. Me taking a shit. Me cumming in my girlfriend. It’s all trivial because there is no true purpose for any of it. Basically, dying or living makes no difference. There is no right or wrong. Life is just a random thing in this world. We die, and that’s it.
But that means, since there’s no meaning, then why am I working a job, getting money, and making plans? What for? Why not just die?
