/lit/ - Literature

probably not. Life is ultimately an utterly meaningless existence. Nothing "you" do is truly "your" choice, everything is decided for you by larger influences you can't possibly understand. Even "you" are merely a product of external influences; it makes no difference whether you live or die because it will be the difference between a machine functioning or breaking down--either way, it will one day be replaced. Everything you were told growing up about meaningful living is a lie invented to stave off the darkness. Embrace it, anon. The sun gives you light and burns your skin. You live, and suffer, and suffer more and die the same, and none of it matters. All your triumph and all your trials come with you to the grave. And maybe, when you have understood the utter meaninglessness of your life, the absurdity of existence and the nothingness of reality, maybe you will come to understand something. But continuing to believe in the world, in a meaningful "existence", is only the conceit of a powerless ego, and the search will drive you further into torment.

Bhagavad Gita.

>>17228839
Maybe until DAVID FOSTER WALLACE came around, homie.