Cue Screaming Existence
(a singular idea pervades the soul, but no, they tell you, you are wrong. This idea is in actuality a rapidly expanding gulf between pain and joy and ever increasing complexity.)
You are not God. God is above you. God is fear. God is unceasing scrutiny.
You are not being. You are not becoming.
You are but a spare part for this, the machine.
You are to be cultivated and contorted from a state of perfect oneness, into a multitude of fractured pitiful selves.
You are to be uncertain. You are to remain afraid.
You are permitted to be understanding and compassionate in thought and action.
Just as you are permitted to be ignorant and malicious to an unbelievable degree.
You will live out your days in quiet desperation.
You will die unfulfilled.
(Not to worry, for you will be reborn as an exploding sun.)
