/lit/ - Literature

Why is everyone so petty? Why do we claim every single ideological dirt heap as ours and our only? Why do we think our knowledge comes close to God’s? Of course, take death seriously, take abuse seriously, and oppression, and so on, but every single etching you have made in this sand will be washed away by the indifferent cosmic slush of time. Can’t we just enjoy these moments instead of deciding it’s someone’s property?