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Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about death (as always) and it seeems like the more I live, the more I see death as something so beautiful.
It’s a passage, the one state we all have been in, and all of us eventually will go back to it.
The world is so random and without reason. God has been dead for a really long time, and maybe, just maybe, we should follow his example.
Is existence worth anything?
What about non-existence?
Is there any confort to be found in death being only the losing of consciousness while our physical matter keeps existing, in whatever shape we find it?
Shit, I’m tired of maybes.
If anything reads this, including God.