It is pure nonsense. It is nothing more than just nonsense.
The screams of the helpless choked full of the insecurities of the insipid individual, who yearns to be more than just a statistic in a world where everything is just that, a dot on a graph that tries to represent everything by representing nothing. There is irony in the fact that we as the dominating species have taken too much control over the environment that we no longer have control over it, merely the process of damage control. The prospect of a controlled community frightens us, but in truth such a system has already been in place for thousands of years, in the guise of well-known doctrines and well-memorised lies.
Nothing is true anymore. Not even truth. If there is such a thing as truth. In reality truth is a concept that we ourselves have created, in order to put some order in a chaotic world where reality and fantasy don't really matter in actuality.
You are not who you think you are. You are what people think you are, no matter how uninformed they are about you. Ultimately it's their opinions on you that will shape your life and your individuality. You will continue to be who you think you are, but that image that is transfixed in their minds will still be transfixed. Much like when a dead relative can never seem like they are really gone.
Yes, this isn't supposed to make sense. It never was planned to be. Really, this is just me rambling, typing the first thing that comes on my mind.
Thanks for reading.
You puny human.
Monday, May 18, 2009
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