>> |
!!Crzmb/D4R+y 08/13/11(Sat)10:15 No.28678985>>28678833
Everything looks foul, bleak, dark, without purpose or reason.
I ponder the question as to why we are here, one more spot in the great universal nothing.
All our struggles, suffering, lives, blood and tears mean nothing to the universe and affect it not at all.
All our struggles, suffering, lives, blood and tears will be lost to time and forgotten.
Existence is most ironically the most precious thing something could aspire to, yet, the most empty when it reaches its end.
Then I remember, that this simple cup of made of wax paper holding my coffee has a reason to exist too.
It´s reason is to feed me with caffeine, but its existence is momentary, then it is a hollow, empty shell.
My body is now full of its vital substance, but the cup is now empty and will soon lie there, forgotten, wasted, thrown away.
Like everything else, just a passing memory, forgotten, lost to the universe, used and discarded like an empty coffee cup. |