/lit/ - Literature

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To suffer as much as possible and find meaning in that in itself

Why is it so difficult for people to fathom that everything they percieve might be fake? Or not even fake but something they will never find out about

I've been feeling misanthropic lately. I am repulsed by everyone and everything and see myself as a bitter human being. Any book that will inspire me to take steps toward becoming a more gentle, patient, and understanding man?

Write something completely off of the top of your head and let's see what happens:

It isn't true. The ends of this earth are deceiving. No! Settle this council of rays! A black mask looms over the horizon, with sunken eyeless holes and wrapt spellbound silence. Beware vision, dreams offer us an eye to the unreal. We begin, Formation of a skull. Skeletal hands, fingertips weave the web of death dreams, higher essence, shadow laced mist wretch. Fools sought the coffin, temples of Norstr. Order of Calamities, a circle surrounds him. I remember lightning in the skies of my childhood eyes. Sickness gave a smile to the boy of seven years. And now I seem to have lost my place. In the myriad of ways the enslaved still scream a question rises. Where is the promise of redemption? Pen marks the weary soul to rest, and words unite to reason. Reason alone. So many have spoken. So many voices have sprung forth from the pages of time to carry forth a rhythm and a meaning, but all is meaningless my friends! The wine kissed lips of lustful youth spirit has descended, danced too long, wearily and forgetful was he, and is now buried. Life, true life and all love incarnate rid itself of himself. And now a new bridge awaits, to the ether sea, unconquered.