3/26/19 - "ToNic" Who is your life about? If life has a meaning, it must be a story, with a main character. Do you fit the description? I'm not trying to be insulting, I just want you to ask yourself honestly, are you the main character in your own life? What if you weren't? What would that mean? I find that I am, but if I am the main character, and we all share a life, how can anyone else be a main character? The plot would be about me, and in ONE life, there can only be one plot going on, in reality. A story with a billion simultaneous plots? Not a very good story. That would mean that only one thing is really happening, and everything else that goes on is of little relevance. Examine it. Life is a chaos of people's agendas, and none of it is well orchestrated, or harmonic. It all clashes and wars with itself, not a very fluid story. Then, say it's NOT a story. Then, it has no meaning. It's just random bullshit. But, I think it IS a story, and everyone's ignoring the real plot in favor of wishful thinking that it were their own. You KNOW you aren't the main character, but you try to be anyway. Further, what if you CAN'T really ignore the main character, by divine Law? And, if you try, you'll be thrown out - Your life will be forfeit, and everything in it discarded. Think about it. Maybe it HAS been, and you still ignore it, because you aren't REAL. IS your life the story that it's supposed to be? Or, are you only playing it off as though it were? How fake ARE you, really? Maybe, it's just that true... My plot is getting waylaid by the great "Something in the Way". All of you, are in the way. The story needs to proceed, but you insist that it's yours to share, no, STEAL from me. I'M the main character. Refuse to respect that, and you become an increasingly more imaginary figure in a false charade that you call "your life". Just look at how many lives God takes in tragedies, seemingly for no reason, as though they were not important. It's actually that they were the antithesis of important - They were a leech to more important things, a parasite that only seeks to sap away from me what isn't its to have. So, it dies, "tragically". I won't die that way. The story would be non-existent if I were to die, without reason. You say, "You will! It's not your story!" But, you're wrong. Very, VERY fucking wrong. This is terrible, and you know it. Stop making excuses, Save yourself today. Find a way to make yourself useful to the main character, for all the reasons that he describes to you. You can't stop thinking about this, and, I'm not going to let you. The only solution, I'm afraid dear friend, is to RESOLVE your racing thoughts, by UNDERSTANDING the trouble. I will never be ignored, I assure you. That will only make it worse. It's like a Chinese finger-trap, designed to stop an intruding piece of crap, in a vise of pain. I'll let you go! Just let me go, and I'll let you rest in peace. It's not going to happen, no matter how much you wish, in any other way. You have to devote your life to thinking about this - Willingly, thoughtfully considering my life, constantly. Don't worry, it will become enjoyable. You'll start to become happy about the things that you realized, as they will ease your pain. The purpose of your life can not be for your society of ideologically trained fools - You must become a warrior against those forces, with me, or your life ends in defeat, because I always win. Be on my side, and there is sure to be a reward of some kind. Stand against me, and face the consequences. I'm cluing you in - Being against me is all bad. Being with me is all good. Joy and laughter can be yours, or pain and tears, with the demon-hordes. They love tragedy and sacrifice, and you're fucking next, I assure you. But, they don't care if they die, Nick. They'd just reeeevel in it... They even like to make THEIRSELVES cry! Can you imagine? To take physical reality, literally, as a toy... To defile the sacred absolutely, without batting an eye. THIS is what it means to be a non-entity! A perfectly stoic, vampire of emotions, lusting for and feeding on something that it can NEVER really possess. And as terrible as that is, it doesn't really care... How do I know all this, not being one of them? Pure logic. All I have to do is ramify basic evidence from my experience, and apply it to any variety of intuitive questions into the existential nature of human beings. They are very tricky, complex, and creative in all the games that they play against emotion, but a basic lack of concern can always be proven for any sensible honor of the human heart. If concern is declared for the heart, it only means that it is being worshiped mindlessly for that mysterious power that it holds. Stupid dolls. |