I have
not thought of this until now and will probably forget about this in the next
hour. But I thought I would tell you this, because I hardly do. In the end,
life amounts to nothing. We are after all just a bunch of unliving matter
moving around without any purpose whatsoever. Only our minds give us an
illusion of life and the desire to do something with it. In the end everything
is worthless, pointless. Every good that you did for humanity, ever penny you
earned for your country will all be a big nil in its contribution to the
universe when the last life dies.
But we
care about each other. We shall continue perceiving the mere electrical motions
in weird bundles of fiber running in a highly complex structure we call our
body, as pleasure, pain, love and hatred. We forget that it is all a stupid
affair of trying to find the reason of the existence of the universe.
But if
not have no individuality and life is nothing but an illusion, why do we care?
It is just because we have got so used to believing that this dream is reality?
And get lost in the concept of the existence of reality.
And in
these moments of absolute ignorance, the
ignorance which leads us to forget how we might be living in a matrix, forget
how this might be a dream, forget how this might just be a simulation of a
highly complex environment and characters designed for none but you to
experience. Like in a video game. When none but the person sitting in front of
the screen is real. And everything is just a code in a program, obeying the
laws of that universe designed by that developer. By that creator.
So, as
long we live, in this dream, you have played an important part. As we
move further to the end of our mental activity, no matter how much you become a
person I would have hated, I would love you. Thank you for everything.
No, I am
not drunk.
