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Light_Devil!

About Light_Devil!

I've been thinking about death a lot lately. I'm not sure why. Not my death or anyone close to me - just death in general.

What is death? WHY is there death? What comes after death? Should I be afraid of death? Is death like sleep? Do you just suddenly stop?

This inevitably leads me to the path in which I question the existence of humanity.
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Why are we here?

After that I feel I think older than I should. Older as if maybe deep inside I know the answers to these questions, but will never really know if I do and I continue searching.

Like the answer is the air we breathe, we need it to survive, but we can never really grasp it.

- This is what goes on in my mind when I drift. I'm sorry if I appear rude when I'm not listening, but sometimes I think about more important stuff than what you did on the weekend.


Interests

Reading, writing, drawing, playing games and laughing.

Occupation

School, :P


I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint