So I've got a good news and a bad news. Just kidding... about the good news
part. But let me tell you something, kiddo. The human animal, no matter
how sexy he imagines himself to be, is bound to have a shitty time. I
mean, we are conscious of our fleeting mortality and that's some fucked
up shit, man. So we try to start some little immortality projects. We
invent Gods, superheroes, and shitty memes in order to play some fake
immortality game. Each nation, with its army toys, wages actual and
ideological war against another nation's immortality projects. I'm sure
your mama told you that our animal part makes us do some fucked up shit.
But let me tell you, it is our so called higher self that is capable of
so many atrocities by perusing its theatrics of immortality. I mean,
look at armies old and new. There's an insistence on remembrance, on
memory, on some abstract nation of an immortal nation, on some
unquestionable ideal. For the vikings and the Greek it was okay to die
in battle, the bards will sing your name throughout the ages, securing a
sexy immortality that you always crave. It's hard to find a solution to
our feelings of fleeting mortality. There's the theological solution
where you lose yourself in some absolute God or whatever, kinda like the
movement of resignation of kierkegaard. There's the romantic solution,
where you fall madly in love and then she leaves you for some sexy dude
in a bar. There's also the artistic solution where you create things.
Why are you making this face? Jesus! I'm not Oprah, I can't give you
easy solutions. Find your own shit.
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