– Death comes in many shapes and sizes, but it always comes.
No one escapes the little tag on the big toe. –
– Whether it was sunset, sunrise, cloudy day, or sunny day, Ben’s skies were always cerulean blue. –
– Man is nothing more than giant genitalia for viruses. –
– What if I told you that life has no unity? It is a series of nonlinear vignettes leading nowhere, a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. It makes no sense, enjoy it. –
– Do you realize if antidepressants were available fifty years ago, the existentialists could have been happy? We would have been spared reading so many dull books. –
– Many people remember past lives clearly. How is that possible, you ask.
Drugs is one possibility. Schizophrenia is another. –
– I wanted to write a poem on my deathbed. –
– In the cosmic circularity of the doctrine of the eternal return, Nietzsche forces together times and eternity. What is, has been, and will be innumerable times at immense intervals. Who gives a shit, I ask you? –
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